I think it’s a reasonably well known fact that (until recently) I could count the number of full nights sleep I’d had in the last 6 years on one hand. Pretty dismal, really.
Well, something amazing is happening, and I hope like hell I’m not jinxing it, but I’m just so freaking amazed that I had to share.
The little one is finally, mostly, sleeping through! By which I mean, she’s not waking up in the middle of the night and coming in to harass me. Nor is she taking up massive amounts of our bed and attempting to have philosophical conversations with me at 2am. It does mean that when she wakes up, she’s up for good though, even if it’s only 430am. More often than not it’s 5am. Sometimes I get really lucky and it’s 530am.
Whatever, I’ll take it!
It took a few days before my body and brain came around to the idea that 6hrs sleep in a row was an improvement on 9hrs of seriously broken sleep, but I think we’re all in agreement about it now. And my brain is starting to work properly again. I mean, I’ve got some life, and energy, and I’m THINKING more clearly. I can literally feel the fog of sleep deprivation lifting, just a little.
I’m hopeful. It’s nice to feel hope. It’s nice to think that pretty soon this could be the norm. And god, I hope that really is the case because after this little glimpse at what my brain might be like when it’s getting enough shut-eye, well, I don’t want to go back to the before.
Cross your fingers for me!!