I've been reluctant to say anything.
Sure, I can be superstitious- I'll admit it. It drives Josh crazy actually.
But when your daughter goes from getting up every hour to getting up...once.
Most people I think would be reluctant to say something. Nothing feels more deflating than a, "She's sleeping great! Thats wonderful!"
When she's not.
And Piper, well Piper keeps us on our toes. So you just never know. But this week it is true. She had three days in a row where it was once. Just one glorious waking. Then after three days it came to two. Two glorious wakings (hey, you take it happily when you've had four hours of sleep in a four day period).
Early this morning I heard Piper and I readied myself to get out of bed. As I did Josh mumbled, "What time is it?" 5am I say. Beaming he says, "Thats great! Ooh my goodness she made it through the night! Awesome!"
At which point I smothered him with a pillow.
No. No Josh, she did not make it through the night.
But thats okay. I'll take what she's giving me.
