This weekend, two nights in a row, Shepherd slept for 5.5 hours.
Allow me to repeat that.
FIVE and ONE HALF HOURS.
I was scared to post anything the first night, fearing it was just a fluke... that he'd worn his little self out and just slept hard. But the second night he did that? I rejoiced. And tonight? Well... we're going on 3 hours, and not a peep. I know I should be asleep, but I'm not used to getting to bed until after his 11 o'clock feeding... so I don't know what to do with myself now! :) How we managed the shift in nocturnal sleeping patterns? I have no earthly idea. I wish I could tell you that I supplied to a particular method, or what not, but in reality? I'm wingin' it over here. I told my dad tonight that sometimes I feel like I'm going to screw this kid up... I feel so inadequate, so unprepared, so unequipped for parenthood. And I wondered how on earth they got to be such great parents. He laughed at me, and said they were in the same boat 25 years ago. It's hard to imagine my parents struggling as parents because in the end? Well... they were great parents!!! So maybe we'll end up there. But for now? I'll just celebrate this beginner's luck. :)