at a beautiful 10 weeks old, my ellie slept for eight hours again last night! that's the third time she's done it in her life. i didn't tell you about the first time because i'm just now getting over feeling terrible about it. i put her in the swing after feeding her around 9, and at around midnight she was still sleeping. i decided to just lay down and wait for her inevitible cry to come. well, i fell asleep, and she didn't cry until 5 a.m.! she was wearing her hairbow and jeans and...it was just not good. poor baby.
but last night we did it the right way. eight hours in her crib. from 11:45 p.m. to 7:45 a.m.
i'm really ready for eight hours to be a nightly thing. oh, but i do really love the time i get to cuddle her early in the morning by the soft glow of her bright green lamp. why does everything in motherhood have to be such a contradiction? seriously. every thing that happens i'm both excited about and sad about. it's turning me into a nutcase. ugh. anyway. here she is today after a long night's sleep, lots of breakfast (my boobs are not used to eight hours without a meal yet) and a bath. she was ready to fall asleep in the swing. it is there she remains as i type.