For two solid nights in a row, Amelia has slept through the night. Twice I tell you. That is a TREND, not a fluke. I'm so absolutely incredulous I'm afraid to talk about it.
Matt credits this accomplishment to the simple act of shutting off the baby monitor. So she's either sleeping through the night, or she's not getting to that going-off-the-rails-crazy level of crying which I can hear over our air conditioner. Either way, I guess I'm ok with that. I mean, for five and three-quarters months I proved I couldn’t let her make a peep without running in to check on her. So I guess a little crying won't re-wire her brain to be a crack addict or anything. At least I hope not.
She finally made enough noise at 5:30 this morning for me to hear her-- and she wasn't too upset. She was just sort of complaining, not really all-out crying. I scooped her up and she latched onto me almost before I could even un-holster. She drank for a long, long time, all while closing and opening her little hands, reminding me I need to cut her nails again or risk multiple lacerations in places I'd never want a laceration. Afterwards I put her back down in her crib thinking I'd have a better chance at winning the lottery than getting her back to sleep, and after 10 minutes of chatter...presto. The dragon sleeps!
Now, where do they sell lottery tickets? Awesomesauce!
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