Sunday, 17 July 2011
The bliss of a good nights sleep...
I have posted about sleep before.
I am so used to presuming that I will never get enough sleep, that the very thing that has eluded me is suddenly upon me.
Sleep has crept up & quietly surprised me.
It is more than a few weeks now since I had a small child interrupt my night, my dreams.
It is eight years since I was pregnant with my eldest daughter Olivia.
In those eight years, I do not think I have had a full nights sleep.
Olivia slept through the night by four months old, and so did Charlie and Lexie.
They are generally "good sleepers" and always have been. Thank you thank you thank you.
But they have still all disturbed my nights with tedious and predictable regularity over the past eight years.
They are children close together, so, no soon as one got over teething then another had an ear infection. Or one went through a stage of nightmares, whilst another was a midnight sleepwalker.
Our bed has always been open to them, and this has maybe encouraged the nighttime wanderings.
But recently, just over the past few weeks, I have realised - they go to bed at night happily. And all three of them stay in their beds until morning. No disturbings. At all.
I have been, as a result of having these lovely little people in my world, become a light sleeper. I have an ear attuned for them automatically.
But even that trait, that innate sense of mother awareness has shifted and calmed.
Even I have been sleeping through the night.
Ahhhh, the bliss, the utter utter bliss of full nights of unbroken sleep...all joining up together, restoring me at last...