After a fun Christmas Eve party at our house, in which Simon received many books, toys and even CD’s from his Grandparents, Aunt Barb, Uncle Dan and (unofficial) Auntie Jen, Simon saved the best present of all for his parents: six-and-a-half hours of sleep! That’s right — three-hundred and nintey minutes of uninterrupted pillowy bliss. I managed to get Simon to sleep shortly before midnight, fell asleep immediately myself (with the help of two Benedryl) and didn’t wake up until I heard him crying at around 6:30 AM.
It took a while to sink in, but this was the first time I had slept for more than five hours at a stretch since Simon had been born (exactly ten weeks ago today). I was so thrilled that, after helping burp him during his morning feeding, I promptly went back down for two more hours of Z’s. It was glorious.
Unfortunately, Jessica didn’t get to take full advantage of Simon’s precious gift of sleep. She woke up at 4:00 AM hearing phantom Simon noises* and had trouble falling back asleep. Bummer. Me, I loved it. Best Christmas ever.
UPDATE: Okay, I’ve just reviewed some earlier posts, and it seems that Simon has slept for longer than six-and-a-half hours before. However, since that particular sleep session started earlier in the night I can’t guarantee that I went to bed immediately and slept the exact same amount of time. Actually, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I seem to remember bring really p.o.ed at the time that I hadn’t gone to bed earlier. Still, my comment about not having slept more than five hours at a stretch might not be completely accurate — but it was indeed a rare, blessed occasion.
—
* We both hear phantom Simon noises all the time. It’s partly just weird parent-baby imprinting and partly the fact that we have extremely loud white noise generators running whenever he’s asleep.