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18 Questions That Ran Through My Mind the First Time My Baby Slept Through the Night

I keep telling my baby girl that while I love her endlessly, I would also like her even more if she would just let me sleep for more than 3 hours at a time. Since the day she was born, I can count one hand the number of times that she's slept through the night. Actually, I only need one finger, because it's only happened once. And it was a less satisfying experience than I would have thought, given that I would have done pretty much anything short of drugging her to make it happen. So why wasn't it everything I imagined it would be? Oh, because I spent most of it freaking out. 

Here's what was running through my mind when I should have been blissfully asleep:

  1. Whoa, she's been asleep how long?
  2. Oh my god, is she breathing?
  3. Has she fall into a coma?
  4. Should I poke her?
  5. Why am I kinda bummed out about this?
  6. Why do babies grow up so fast?
  7. How can I miss her right now when a couple of hours ago I was dying for her to go to sleep?
  8. Is her diaper gonna be a disaster zone when wakes up?
  9. Is she definitely breathing?
  10. Is this going to happen again?
  11. What did I do to make this happen? 
  12. How do I duplicate it?
  13. This has to be a one-time fluke, doesn't it?
  14. Did she wake up at some point and I slept through it? 
  15. Or maybe I did wake up and I just don't remember? 
  16. Am I capable of sleep-changing diapers and I had no idea?
  17. I should be enjoying this more, shouldn't I?
  18. Why am I awake right now?

Sadly, the answer to number 13 at the moment appears to be yes. But at least now I know what kind of sleep she's capable of, and I'm pretty excited. There seems to be a greater possibility that at some point in the future, I won't feel like a zombie 24/7. Or at least if I do, it'll be more like one of the super scary zombies that run really fast, not the kind that just stagger around. Fingers crossed!


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