"Is he breathing?"

Tuesday night was a hectic one for me since Mike had a meeting and wasn't getting home until after bedtime.  We followed the same routine coming home from Eva's---eating, bathtime and getting ready for bed.  Poor Nicholas is just along for the ride.  He is such a trooper.  Mikey was in bed by 8:15 (success!) and as we came down the stairs Nicholas was rubbing his eyes so I put him in the pack n' play.  He would be due to eat again around 9 so I held off on changing into his pj's.  He found his thumb (!) and fell asleep.

The rest of the night went like this:

9pm:  Mike comes home.

10:00 pm: I decide to pump since N is quiet and ask that Mike give him the bottle when he wakes up so I can get some sleep.  I left his pj's out, too.

2:00 am:  I wake up when Mike comes into bed.  I jump up as I don't see N on the video monitor.  Mike informs me that N is still sleeping.  He put the bottle in the fridge and came upstairs to sleep---since "waiting" for N to wake up and sleeping on the couch wasn't that comfortable.  I couldn't believe he was still sleeping. I asked Mike "Is he still breathing?".  He replied "Yes" but became nervous after me asking that question.

3:00am: I go downstairs and check on N.  Sleeping with thumb in mouth.  (I placed my finger under his nose to feel him breathing!)

6:00am:  Go back downstairs.  Still sleeping with thumb in mouth. (Again I checked the nose.)

(I had woken up frequently between 3 and 6 and just layed in bed listening for crying.  Not a peep.)

7:30am:  I go downstairs again.  Still sleeping.  I was nervous ("There must be something wrong with him") and I was uncomfortable (one word: engorged). At this point I wake him up.  (No need to check the nose.)   He cried, then smiled and happily ate.  I actually contemplated calling the doctor but "my son slept for 11 hours straight through the night!" is hardly a "bad" symptom.  I told myself it must have been a fluke and the next night we would be quickly back to our every three hour feedings at 12, 3 and 6.

The next night Nicholas slept from 10pm-8am.

The following night 8am-7am.

I don't want to jinx anything but hopefully we are on the verge of an established routine.....

What a difference it is when you wake up refreshed (and more patience to deal with the big brother!) when you get so many consecutive hours of sleep.  Way to go, Nicholas!