Blissful, Euphoric Sleep, How I Love Thee

Last night the little angel and I nearly passed out on the floor while playing with her new puppy house.  After packing her off to bed at 8, I practically threw myself up the stairs to brush my teeth and hop in bed.

Around 11, we heard a rustling...a moaning...then...a wail.  My beloved came cautiously upstairs.  "Don't touch that door!" he cried, seeing my fingers twitch in the general direction of her door.

"But.." I whined. I am a wimp.

"No."  He wielded the Ferber book.  "Be strong.  You don't want a kid who can walk to our bed, do you?" 

I thought about it. I didn't.  I went back to bed and put the pillow over my head. It is feather and is actually pretty effective at blocking noise. I counted to 1,000 and lifted my head to hear...silence.  That was it. She slept the rest of the night.

What was different?  Well, we stuffed her like a chicken, to borrow  C's phrase.  And we gave her a dose of preventative Motrin to ward off the teething pain she periodically complains about.  Maybe she was exhausted from the night before. We'll probably never know. I just hope tonight is just like last night. Because I LOVE to sleep. Love it more than I ever really understood before becoming a parent.