It went great. KG said when she went in to get him, he was more deeply asleep than she'd seen him in months. He woke up a little during his feeding but when she finished and put him down, he whimpered a little, didn't cry at all, and fell fast asleep.
This is scary good. For a long time now HG's been an alarmingly poor sleeper. Many a time KG and I have worried about its affect on him, both in the immediate and in in terms of his long term health. If in the end HG can begin sleeping deeply on a regular basis, it'll make everybody's sweat and torment worthwhile.
Still and all, I told KG we shouldn't get ahead of ourselves. Our luck has certainly been stellar so far but tomorrow, of course, could be different. One good night, as grateful as I am to have it, is no guarantee that we're in the clear. I think we owe it to ourselves not to start counting our chickens.
I'm off to bed. Despite all my cautiousness, you have no idea how good it feels to write that sentence.
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