And just like that, baby only stirred twice last night. Once just after being put to bed around 8ish, and once just before midnight. He went through until half 6 before needing me. Which means I've had a 6 hour block of sleep. And I feel like a new person.
Babies are so unreal. They take you to the edge, show you the drop, tease a bit, then draw you back. I have been at that edge so many times now, tearful and bitter, feeling so much mammy guilt over how I can't look after him as he needs and give him what he needs. Then he goes nah it's alright, look what I can do and all I can do is cry with relief.
He will get there. Nights like this will become more regular until they are the norm. Things will get better. He can do it and so can I.