That has been my night for the last month. Pretty exciting, huh? Over the last month the boys have been sleeping longer stretches of time more consistently. In mid-January Jeff sometimes woke up at midnight and almost always woke up at 3:00 a.m. Some nights I could get him back to sleep quickly. Some nights, when I'd go into their room to give him a pacifier and cuddle with him to help him go back to sleep, Aaron would wake up. However, Aaron has been able to sleep through the night about three-quarters of the time. Over the last two weeks Jeff or Aaron might wake up once. Sometimes they can fall back to sleep on their own, sometimes not. But the point of this is that I'm getting a decent amount of sleep with (usually) only one, short interruption. It's amazing how much more human I feel. More sleep plus the fact that warmer weather will be here soon is making me excited. I know I have almost survived being cooped up this winter and we will be outside playing soon.
So the sleep saga seems to be coming to an end...for now. I've heard that kids still wake up in the middle of the night when they are scared, hot, cold, sick, nervous, excited, want water, drank too much water, need the bathroom, want candy, ate too much candy, have a stomach ache, want to pet the cat, need to call grandma and grandpa at 3:00 a.m. for no reason, want to watch Dora the Expolorer, want to watch Go, Diego, Go, want a cracker, want a blanket, hear crickets outside, hear a siren outside, hear a cat outside, hear a dog outside, hear wind outside, want to talk to their stuffed animals, are excited to see Yo Gabba Gabba on ice tomorrow, can't sleep because they just saw Yo Gabba Gabba on ice today, want to discuss having an elephant for a pet, wonder why spiders don't talk, and a million other reasons. I know their will be more sleepless nights, but I'm just thrilled to get a little break with the waking up for now.
However, I secretly like the one middle of the night wake up. I love picking up my son and wrapping him in a blanket, kissing the top of his head, and feeling his warm body get heavy on my chest. I know the times left for doing that are dwindling. In another a year or two I'll at least get to enjoy the boys crawling into our bed and snuggling up next to us on a cold, weekend morning.