So apparently, it is in bad taste to talk about when your baby sleeps through the night. I would like to remind my audience that I am a rookie at this parenting thing. R-O-O-K-I-E. So please forgive me if my post was poor etiquette.
And if you thought it was, maybe you would be happy to know that day 5 kind of fell apart. Well, not really fell apart. Maybe just cracked a little. Baby B woke up at 2:00 am. Then again at 4:00 am. Then Baby C woke up at 4:00 am also. But Baby A kept sleeping. So if train D leaving for Detroit left at 6:15 and train F leaving for Boston is traveling at 57 miles an hour, what time would they arrive? The babies do all sleep in the same room, all one big happy pack of siblings. Or bunch of babies. Or gaggle of little ones. Or mess of kids. (Man I love these little monsters.)
So "sleeping through the night" can mean bedtime is between 9pm and 11pm. And morning time is between 6:00am and 7:30am. Like right now, as I am blogging, Baby Daddy is feeding Baby A. Our little bear. He does some lovely sleep eating and will go down in a few minutes and is expected to sleep til dawn. (Don't worry about me though, I have no grand delusions of this carrying on every night until their 18th birthday. I am a grounded in reality a little bit. Like 5%.)
Which is why I am at the computer. Ever since our night has been extended by 4 or 5 hours, I feel okay about being here right now. We no longer take turns rushing off to bed to hurry up and fall asleep and secretly keep track of how many hours each other slept. It's like a whole new world, yet it seems vaguely familiar.
Again, sorry about the information that may come across as boasting or being a braggart. Didn't mean it that way. I suppose I won't mention the 4 languages I immerse them in everyday and how my little girl can already say "my mom is quite sophisticated and refined" in Farsi and Japanese. Or that they are all walking thanks to a highly sought after exercise video for babies that we do daily. (It can only be found in Finland. I special ordered it.) I also won't mention that they are all doing 3rd grade math and reading Great Expectations, again.
In other achievement news that is not fake, Gabe now smiles at me, a lot a lot. Sunshine half rolled from her back to her side. And Christian keeps giving me noises that are on the cusp of giggling, through lots and lots of drool.