8 hours

Does anyone remember what it's like to get eight pure, blissful, uninterrupted hours of sleep at night?

I don't.

That is, until last night. Reed finally, finally, slept eight hours, sleeping from 9:30 last night until 5:29 this morning (ok, so one minute short of eight hours, but I'll take it!)! WOOT WOOT!

And technically, my sleep was not eight hours in length. I was able to take a 3 1/2 hour nap yesterday afternoon, which, as delicious as it was, made me too awake to actually fall asleep last night. And then when Reed fussed a bit at 4am, I could only doze from then until 5:29. But you know what? I feel GREAT this morning!

Now, am I naive enough to think this is it? Reed has finally mastered sleeping through the night and I will never again have to see the likes of 3:30 in the morning (which, by the way, is the ugliest time of day)?

Yes, yes I am. At least for the moment. (Hey, I've gotta suck all the optimism out of this moment as I can!)

But really, I know that chances are Reed will go back and forth for a little while yet, occasionally sleeping through the night while still waking at times for a "midnight" feeding. Heck, the way it's been going, it may be two weeks before he sleeps another eight hours at night. For now, I will be so proud, and so relieved and rested and happy, that Reed has finally reached this milestone.