I couldn’t believe it. I thought I was dreaming, but then I remembered I haven’t slept long enough to have a dream so it must have happened.
I checked the clock. 5:47 a.m.
To most people waking up at this hour on a Saturday morning completely sucks. If you’re not fleeing the country in an emergency, or work on a farm, there’s no reason to get up this early. In general I would hate it too. But not today.
Today I got six hours of sleep. Six hours of uninterrupted sleep. The kind of sleep that happens after two shots of NyQuil. I have not slept that long in a while. Nine months and to be exact.
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The baby decided not to wake up. She decided to sleep all night and I don’t know why. I didn’t do anything differently. Everything was the same. If I would have known she was going to do that I probably would have gone to bed earlier and gotten eight hours. But she kept that information to herself. She didn’t really notify me of her plans, so I stayed up until midnight expecting for her first crying session to commence. But when all was silent at 12:17 a.m. I didn’t know what to think. I thought she was playing these baby mind games with me. You know the kind that happens when your head hits the pillow, your eyes close, your body relaxes, and you begin drifting off into a deep sleep coma then … you hear crying.
It’s over.
You’re up, anywhere from forty-five minutes to an hour. She goes back to sleep, then wakes up again around 3 a.m., followed by her 7 a.m. wake-up call. I had accepted the fact that my nine-month old kid had insomnia. I expected it every night. It’s been the norm. So when I woke up a little before six in the morning, I was ecstatic. I could have done a cart-wheel. Although I didn’t, I hadn’t taken my glucosamine yet.
So how did this happen? I don’t know. Everything was the same. The only difference was that instead of having vegetables and rice for dinner, she had chicken, vegetables, and rice. Just a little chicken.
That may explain the awesomeness of sleep I got last night.
Maybe it was the free-range part of the chicken she enjoyed. No hormones. No antibiotics. Maybe she could taste the difference.
Maybe she’s just not a vegetarian.
Chicken and sleep … who knew.
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