This morning I awoke, picked up my ipod to see the time, and was shocked to see it was already past 6... I looked to see where you were sweet Beni... and you were there, still in your own bed, next to mine. You had slept from just past 8 the night before, all night in your own bed. You didn't end up stirring until about 15 minutes later, when you lunged yourself, eyes barely open, into my side, and cuddled up. I don't know if you were cold, or if you just needed some love. You slept another 15 or so minutes before you asked to nurse. I obliged. And then you slept again, nestled into my arm until 8:15! I was actually awake before you. And I took a picture of you with my ipod... to remind myself of the magical moments that happen in a day...to reflect on the next time I think I'm going to strangle you.
Because, dear child, you and I are going to butt heads. I can already see it so clearly. Your teenage years are going to be hard on me and you, and I bet you're going to develop an AWESOME relationship with your dad. We'll see of course, I'd love to be wrong about this, but, this is my prediction.
Maybe then, 12-14 years from now, I will be able to look back on the photo of a little sleeping girl, nestled into my arm, and remember when you gave me the gift of sleep. And it will put a smile on my face then, as it does now.
You are 1 year, 9 mos and 8 days old- 21 mos for simplicity's sake. Someday- maybe when you are wondering when YOUR child will EVER sleep through the night- I will tell you, "Well, you never slept through the night until you were 21 mos old!" And again, I will smile to myself.
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Love the post Mara. Sleep is indeed a gift. Luka didn't sleep through the night until he was three, and I can still remember that first feeling of waking up and realizing he had slept through. Ahh, the bliss. I hope Beni continues the good sleep pattern.
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