What a difference a week makes!

A week ago we were desperate for sleep. Last night, the babies reached a major sleep milestone. After the madness of their gestation and arrival in this world, it was the closest thing to a miracle I have ever witnessed.


They slept close to six hours. IN A ROW.


They ate around 7 and then went to bed easily, and Jeff and I fell asleep around 9:30. The last thing I remember is talking to him about how much it was going to suck when we woke up for the next feeding around 11. All of the sudden I woke up - to silence. I checked the time, which is the very first thing I do every time I wake up now, and it was 12:45am. What?! I checked the monitor - still asleep! At this point I thought I was dreaming, so I went back to sleep hoping it would continue. I woke up again, this time because I heard Abby, and it was 1:45am! I was in shock. So much in shock - and also so rested that I felt like I could run a marathon - that I couldn't wait to tell Jeff about it when he fed Jake. Jeff, being a normal person, was still exhausted and not quite as psyched as I was to have gotten four hours of uninterrupted sleep, but was excited nonetheless. They also went back to sleep easily, which was the amazing icing on the delicious sleep cake.


Was I thrilled that they woke up again a short 3 hours later? Not so much. But I fed both of them so that Jeff could sleep until his alarm went off, and they ate quickly so I was able to fall back asleep as Jeff was leaving for work...at least for an hour until Abby decided the only place she wanted to finish her nap was in bed with me. Then Jake woke up ready to eat again at 8:15 and start our day. Still, this means that from 9:30pm to 8:15am I got almost EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP. All day today I felt like I drank 5 Red Bulls and ate a box of Pixie Stix. I did 3 huge loads of laundry, and the first floor of our house is the cleanest it's been since the 15 minutes of my pregnancy between morning sickness and bed rest.


There is no possible way this will last forever, and no way to predict why it happened. Was it the perfect combination of footie pajamas and swaddle blankets? The exact temperature of the room? The new sheet savers that supposedly dry fast, thus keeping them from sleeping in their own drool all night like the sheets do? We can't possibly know. But now the hope of it happening again is there, and that hope can keep me going for quite awhile.