A few months ago, at age 26 months, my daughter "slept through the night" for the first time. In her life.
It's not surprising that she's never been a great sleeper. No matter how calm I try to keep our home the few hours before bedtime, her mind is always going, just like her daddy. She seems to awake in mid-thought, or mid-pretending-to-be-a-monkey, or mid-exploring-with-Dora.
When she was an infant, one of the most annoying questions people would ask is, "So...is she sleeping through the night yet?" To a mom who had tried practically everything to help her baby sleep for longer than 45 minutes straight, it frankly made me want to punch them in the face.
But this post is supposed to be about thankfulness, so let's talk about how wonderful life is when you're getting solid sleep. Happy times are here again. The hills are alive with the sound of music. Now that my body has experienced sleep again, it just wants more, more, MORE! It's not enough that she sleeps 8 hour straight now...I wanna go for 10, 11, 12! But I won't be greedy. I'll just be thankful for the vast improvements that have been made, for the rejuvenated mama looking back at me in the mirror - a mama who now has much more energy to pour into her vibrant, active little toddler throughout the day.