Last night I was quite hopeful.
Evie had been awake for much of the afternoon, her little eyes darting around and interested. As I said to Ray 'perhaps this means she's figured out the difference between night and day?' So I was quite hopeful as evening approached that last night would be THE NIGHT. Not for sleeping through - it's far too early for that - but for a reasonable sleep nonetheless.
Not so. For some unknown reason, Evie was unsettled between 9pm and midnight - falling asleep briefly when held or fed, but then waking up and wailing whenever she was placed in her moses basket. I lay there, propped against a pillow with her on my chest for a while, but kept finding myself nodding off and worried that I might drop or squash her if that happened.
So began a nightmare of ups and downs, nappies, milks, cuddles, rocks, lullabies and despair. Finally, at midnight, or just after, she slipped into sleep and I crawled gratefully under the covers. After a feed at 3pm, she thankfully settled down. I relaxed in a dreamy slumber, until 5.10am when a little voice asked me if I would get up. I moaned, "not now Lily, don't do this," and she dutifully went back to sleep. Only I couldn't.
This is why, since about 6am, I have been up: cleaning the playroom, sterilising bottles and - yes - blogging.
With the twins, Ray and I had a spate of sleepless nights that went on for about 14 months and somehow survived. At times I barely knew myself, but we survived.
It's only been two weeks so far, but I feel as if I've done my dues to being up at night - I really hope that Evie is one of the dream babies my friends seem to keep having who sleeps through earlier rather than later. I need it for my sanity!
Wish me luck...