No one is waking me up. I’m deep sleeping and laying how I want, all stretched out and I remember my dreams in the morning. My eyes don’t feel heavy and I don’t feel like I need to have that one cup of coffee before I can function.
This is so weird!
Also, in the evenings, I can actually relax for hours without anyone crying for me. Which used to happen every forty-five minutes to maybe an hour and a half if I was lucky.
Dacky is finally sleeping. It took putting him in his own bed and night weaning, but he is finally sleeping.
His naps are better. His nights are better. I am better. We are all better.
I look forward to going to bed now, knowing that I won’t be waking up until the sun is shining in the window (and Dacky shining in my face…he looooves waking up at six in the morning, no matter what).
I’m waking up in a good mood. Rested. I’m reading my recipe books again and finally painting the brown walls I’ve loathed for so long. I just actually feel like doing things rather than surviving the day.
Motherhood is still tiring, just as I’m sure it always will be. And I know there are plenty sleepless mommy nights ahead in my future. But I just have to say, after three years of waking up every two hours or less at night, this is amazing right now.