May 7th, 2014
My sweet Bird is one year, one month, and eighteen days old.
Yesterday, she slept all the way through the night for the first time.
Yes, for The First Time.
We were all more than ready for this event but several factors came together to confound us for the first 13 months of her life. Primary among them: co-sleeping and nursing. Often at the same time. Only a sleep-deprived mother can fully comprehend the surreal experience of waking up to discover a small child attached to your breast with no clear memory of how she got there.
Until recently, Little Bird spent at least some portion of every evening like this:
And I loved it. A lot. Co-sleeping was fantastic and amazing and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
But transitioning away from our sleeping arrangement proved challenging. I had a vision for how it would unfold. It didn’t happen that way. Understandably, Little Bird didn’t want to stop sleeping with me. Unfortunately, we reached a point where it just wasn’t working anymore. For either of us, really. Birdie was waking and nursing at least three or four times a night and wouldn’t/couldn’t sleep more than an hour or two without me by her side. We were both tired and cranky.
I slowly started transitioning her to her bed (a pack-n-play in our closet). She adapted pretty well to bedtime. After one night where she fussed for about 7 minutes after I put her down, she quickly decided she liked bedtime.
But she was still getting up a bunch in the night and I would end up too exhausted to put her back after the third or fourth time.
Enter Super Hubby.
Josh gallantly agreed to take over on night duty. I’ve been sleeping on the couch for two weeks while he slept in the bedroom and attended to Birdie’s nighttime needs. It finally seems to be working. Last night, she slept straight through from 8pm to 7am with nary a peep.
It’s a good thing. For all of us. But I won’t deny that I miss those sweet moments of snuggle-filled sleep with my girl.