I have never wanted to sleep like a baby, given that they are up half the night, however in the wonderful world of the nursery, we have finally entered the hallowed ground of 'sleeping through'. I say this with my fingers firmly crossed behind my back because it wouldn't do to tempt the sleep fairy or she may take her magic dust elsewhere - however we have had four nights in which Charlie has slept from midnight to seven or eight in the morning.
This is good news because with no 4am feed, he's waking up hungry enough to eat an huge breakfast and that means, as all of us know who have ever tried to skip lunch after a Full English, that his stomach has been stretched to accomodate a large luncheon and then a hearty tea. This in turn makes him nice and sleepy at bedtime and while he can't quite skip that midnight snack, he can no longer be bothered to wake up before that morning poo. Sammy the new cat has in turn decided that our bed is in fact quite comfy and suddenly 4am has become very quiet around ours.
The trouble now is me. It turns out that I may be an old dog, but I have learned this new trick and at 4am I am Wide Awake. Firstly, of course, I have to pee. This is because I have gotten into the habit of drinking A Lot of fluids in order to furnish Charlie with his pre-dawn buffet. Then, because I am up anyway, it seems only rational to check on the baby. Firstly I check the monitor, because although he is a strapping horse of a baby with lungs on him like organ bellows, I have yet to be able to give up the monitor that allows me to see his breathing at any hour of the night, even though he is now mobile enough that he almost never sleeps over the sensor and most of the time it tells me he isn't breathing. This is the perfect excuse to then creep into the nursery and hover over his cot watching his pajama-clad chest go up and down. Then, I crawl back into bed strangely conflicted. Happy because I can sleep nearly a full night and oddly cheated because I no longer have my baby to myself for those few moments in the hours before dawn and instead am reduced to roaming around marking my territory like an old lion.
Still, I am getting used to it. 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep is a wonderful thing and as I need all the beauty sleep I can get at this point, I am hoping that I can adjust as fast as the baby and the cat.