I thought I was winning!

Three nights ago, Patrick slept through the night. He did the same the following night. Of course, I didn't get excited after the first, but after the second, I thought, perhaps, it was a ray of hope. Could it be? Could he possibly be sleeping through the night again? Any mama will tell you, after 17 months of not sleeping through the night (with a brief hiatus in July/August/September, for two whole months), it really is high time he starts. Unfortunately, I wasn't as lucky last night. 1:30 came with wreckless abandon. That familiar cry over the baby monitor filled my room and I found myself right back where I've been spending half my nights for the last two months - on the futon snuggled up next to a fuzzy blonde head and a warm squiggly body. Perhaps tonight will be better.