Last year at this time our household was not in a good place. We had a beautiful, brand new baby, who never stopped crying and rarely slept. That, however, is another post. December 31, 2009 saw us as parents of a two-month-old. If she slept for three hours in a row we considered ourselves fortunate.
7 pm. We packed up our angel and headed out to our friend's party. We planned to stay until just after midnight. Squiggle's bedtime really wasn't an issue for us. We figured she could be awake anywhere, we may as well be with enjoyable company. And who knew, maybe someone would even hold her and give us a break.
9 pm. As luck would have it, she fell asleep. So we slipped her into her carrier in a quiet room and decided to enjoy some adult conversation while we could. After all, it wouldn't be long before she woke up.
Midnight came and we toasted the new year. Squiggle slept.
3 am. Perhaps we should go home? So we snapped her carrier in the base and headed home, certain that it was a trick. She would let us get home, wait for us to get snuggled in bed and then, BAM!, wake up screaming. (Not the most logical thinking but, hey, we were severely sleep deprived.
We arrived home, Squiggle still sleeping like a baby. (Not our baby. Our baby didn't sleep. But apparently some do.) We decided not to bother messing with her. She'd be up soon enough. We'd deal with it then. So we just parked her carrier next to the bed and passed out.
9 am. We awoke to a screaming baby. Somehow she had slept a total of 12 hour. In a row. Nonstop. (Naturally, we regretted wasting that time socializing with our friends instead of getting rest ourselves, but hindsight...) Our New Year's miracle had happened. We, of course, hoped that this was the start of a new trend. It, of course, was not. (In fact, a full night's sleep has been repeated only once.)
9:02am. We set ourselves to tending our baby. Jake got the diaper and outfit to replace the ones that were by now certain to be drenched with at least one bodily fluid. I mentally prepared myself for the painful latching that was to come as I reached for her...and lifted her out of her seat. Without undoing any straps. It took a few seconds for the realization to hit. Then I thanked God for protecting us from accidents the night before.
This year the three of us went to another party at a different friend's house. Our little toddler ran around eating crackers and cocktail franks, charming all the guests with her smile. We kissed her as the ball dropped. And drove her home. Buckled in.