Last night was Gav’s third night in a row where he slept for at least seven hours.
Seven hours! Do you realize how long its been since we’ve slept seven hours, uninterrupted, in a row? Seven sweet, blissful, star-spangled, peaceful, glorious, spectacular hours? It’s manna from heaven, dude. Maybe I can finally work on getting these bags out from underneath my eyes. I didn’t want to say anything after the first night, thinking it might be a fluke. I didn’t want to say anything after the second night, because I didn’t want to jinx anything. But three – yes, three – is more of a certainty.
The key is, of course, wearing his little ass out before you put him down, and also timing his feedings right, but when it all comes together…. Seven hours. Wonderful.
So it’s been two and a half months. What’d I miss?