I’m not sure if I’ve babbled on about sleeping through the night before, or not. So why don’t I just babble now.
It’s the question that people love to ask – from the time he’s a week or two old (or whenever you start talking to strangers again). “Is he sleeping through the night yet?” “How’s he sleeping?”
At the beginning, you never quite know what to tell them. Do you count the hours from one feeding to the next or the actual hours that he’s asleep? Because in those first few weeks — for us at least — that was a substantially different number.
Then there’s what “sleeping through the night” really means. Are they referring to the medical definition: Sleeping for a 5-hour stretch? Or to an actual real night’s worth of sleep?
I bring this up today because, in either case, it’s what we got last night.
Bed time was at 9 p.m. (It was supposed to be a bit earlier, but getting him to fall asleep took a while.) Then we had a nice relaxing dreamfeed at 10:30 p.m. Dreamfeeding’s been going really well – he usually sleeps 6 to 7 hours now.
I woke up at 1:16 a.m. Too early for Duncan to be up already, I thought, counting the hours on my fingers. I woke at around 4 or 5 a.m., concerned that he was still alive as I didn’t hear him stirring. I checked on him. All was well.
It wasn’t until 7 a.m. — a full 10 hours after I put him to bed — that he woke up hungry. And I bet I cou.d have pushed it another hour by not getting up and hoping he went back to sleep. He’s done a few 9-hour stretches, but 10 is a record breaker. I’m very proud.
This means, of course, that he wants to eat really often this morning to fill himself back up. So I’ve been typing all of this one-handed. Now it’s nap time.