Last night Inigo slept all through the night, with no night waking, no needing a feed, and no screaming. At all.
That was the third night in one week. Not consecutive nights, but what the hell. Three nights of unbroken sleep, three miraculous nights I didn’t have to drag my sorry carcass across the hallway, and then back to my bed to hope that I could get back to sleep.
It’s been almost five months (since he started crawling) of horrible nights, and I am hoping against hope that these three nights represent an increasing trend.
In fire news, both Paige and Andrew are still safe, but apparently today is going to be another bad day.