I awoke at 4.30 am in an absolute panic, heart racing. Out of bed I barrelled and down our stairs that have no handrail without even turning on the stair lights – broken neck be damned. Relief, the baby is breathing. I return upstairs and lay my head on my pillow not returning to her room for another hour and a half.
So excited am I, that I text family across the Tasman while feeding her. “Breaking news…Emily sleeps 11&1/2 hrs!!! Mother in panic at 4.30 am in bedroom making sure she’s still breathing. Father still completely unaware of momentous occasion!“
Mother-out-of-law replies, “Go Emily! Typical father sleeps through the whole thing. I remember that feeling of panic, going in and making sure that they are still breathing – some things never change.”
And what’s more I don’t even care about the gigantic milk stain I have left on our sheets!
You are great! no mirror? you have a lot of self control ! I used to put a little mirror in front of his nose to be sure he was breathing 🙂
Congratulations on the 11/12hrs sleep! Enjoy it, you deserve it!
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They are so quiet sometimes aren’t they? Somehow think it will be a while before she repeats the performance, but definitely appreciate the extra sleep.
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Don’t worry if she has done it once… then she can do it again 😉
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