A Banner Day
Friday, September 24, 2010 at 2:35PM I woke up yesterday morning at 6AM, and realized that the last time I had fed or cuddled Margot was around 7:15 the night before. What was this strange, uninterrupted period of rest? That, my friends, is called sleeping through the night. People have been asking me pretty much since she was born whether or not Margot "slept through the night," and every time I have been like what? What on earth does that even mean??
I have had zero expectation that she would sleep nonstop, all night anytime in the near future. And for me, this has been a good strategy. Playing the expectations game in regards to our sleep has totally worked for me. I'm tired a lot, but for whatever reason, I've mostly been OK with this. But now? Now I know! Sleeping through the night is superawesome. More please.
And that was the exciting news from yesterday... Until a couple of hours later when Margot rolled off the bed, and onto the wood floor. I'll start this story with the ending, which is that Margot appears to be completely fine. When it happened, I was just steps away, dithering for a moment over which shirt to wear to work that day. Then: thud. It was the worst sound I've ever heard in my life. (And I keep hearing it, over and over again. Thanks, brain.) Much panic, doctor-calling and hand-wringing ensued. It turns out that the opinions on baby-falls range from "whatevs" to "CATSCAN STAT!" We landed somewhere in middle, and pretty much throughout, Margot was her regularly cheerful, super-mobile self.
It wasn't until I was falling asleep last night, replaying the scene in my head yet again, that it dawned on me that she hadn't even cried all that hard when she fell, or even for that long. Maybe it wasn't that huge of a deal to her at all. That is, of course, until Mommy started splashing water in her face to keep her from falling asleep. That was probably pretty freaky.
Reader Comments (2)
I will never forget how time slowed down when E fell down our front steps...I will never forget that horrible sight. But, she was fine!
point being: M sounds fine, too!