That stuff they tell you about how one of these days your baby (and by extension, YOU) will sleep through the night, and you’ll be back to your normal routine from then on, sleeping all night every night? It’s a big fat lie.
Even now, more than 18 years since Reeve first slept through the night, he manages to keep me awake. And from thousands of miles away.
Since he left for Scotland at the end of September, I’ve found myself awake when I should be sleeping. Often. Late nights and early mornings. Talking with him via phone or Skype, emailing, Facebooking, or simply lying there in the dark, wondering or worrying or remembering . . .
Oh, well. At least the potty-training stuck.
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