On the one hand, Lady Jr slept ah-ma-zing Friday night. Four hour chunks the whole way through. I woke up to her cries at one point feeling refreshed and ready for the day – it was only 2.30am.
On the other hand, she was back to her old antics last night, if possibly even worse. She was fussing every 20, 30min for the first three hours and then waking up every 2 hours after that, and then tried to get up for the day before 6am.
The only difference I can see is that on Friday, she was at daycare and got little to no naps – maybe an hour? On Saturday, she was with us, and got 3ish hours worth of naps. This seems counter to everything I’ve read about infant sleep – sleep begets sleep, right? And a bad day of naps “should” beget a bad night of sleep. Yet.
So. I don’t know. Friday night was both amazing because it brought me back from the verge of sleep dep, and awful because going through another sleepless night was suddenly much worse. I’d gotten so excited. Why did I let myself get so excited.
On the positive side, I know she *can* go more than 2 hours without eating at night. She can sleep soundly and restfully and not twitch and fuss and cry constantly. Now we just need to figure out *how*.