Sleep

Last night, C went to bed at 7, woke at 2:30am to nurse, and slept until 6:30am.  (And then nursed and went back to sleep AGAIN)**

It was like a miracle. 

We've been on an upward swing for awhile, which has been lovely.  Last night was the culmination of several weeks of progress. 

But the irony?  At 1am, my oldest little love comes a knocking.  And woke me up. 

And then became our little space heater.

A space heater that smacks us between the eyes in her sleep.

But it was ok.  I actually feel more rested than I've felt in a LONG time.  Blessings!

(**Our routine was formed after MUCH tweaking.  7pm worked for Bean when she was a baby and works for C just as well.  Cry-it-out, for many, many reasons, some of which I will talk about soon, doesn't work for my little second born.  What happened last night works for us, and that's what matters. :)