For the first time the girls slept a full 8-hours last night. It was great not to have to get up in the middle of the night for the hour+ ritual of changing and feeding, though I don't expect this trend to be permenant yet. We have had single occurances of 6 and 7 hours in a night all of which were followed by a day of cranky babies, additional feedings, and sleepless nights. Here's to raising a glass of hope that we've crossed a threshold.!?
While the girls were sleeping soundly, I was cooking a turkey that had to be pulled from the oven around midnight. Long story short, when I awoke to remove the bird I started searching through the sheets for "the girl" and asking Gwynne where the baby was. Turns out I was having a dream that one of the girls was asleep on my chest and when I woke up I couldn't find her. Took a few moments of panic for me to regain a grip on reality...kind of funny now that I am awake enough to look back on it.
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