Last night, Jack wasn’t tired. Usually, he falls asleep a little before 8pm, or sometime between 8 and 9, and then he sleeps around 5 hours. Last night, he wouldn’t sleep. He was alert, he was looking around (even while nursing), and he just wouldn’t quit. He was pretty happy, too, not particularly fussy. He didn’t go to sleep until after 11, and WE were exhausted. We don’t usually stay up that late. So he was asleep around 11:20, and we were asleep before midnight, and you know when we woke up? Around 6:50. You know what we woke up to? I’ll give you a hint: it wasn’t a crying baby. No, we woke up to adorable baby sounds. When we checked the monitor, we could see him rolling his legs back and forth, waving his feet in the air, cooing to himself, eyes open. IT WAS SO CUTE. And SO much nicer to wake up to then wailing. He stayed happy through his diaper change, all smiles and cute noises, even though he MUST have been hungry after over 7 hours of sleep.
I hope I hope I hope this is a magical new phase now that he’s two months old and not just a fluke.