8 hours

That’s right: Tess slept as long as I did last night! Dave woke up in the middle of the night, convinced he heard her – but she was still out cold. We worried she wouldn’t get enough calories today, as she slept through her first two feedings, but that made no difference at all. She pounded food all day. In singing, we talk about peaks and plateaus – that you have these flashes of understanding/improvement, and the it feels like you just shuffle along for a while. So far, watching Tess’ progress is a lot like that. We settle into a routine of expectation and then she does something amazing!

Dave and I both got socked at work today, so she chose her night well. I’m assuming it was a fluke and I’ll be enjoying her company in a few short hours, but it gave us the chance to catch up a little. We have to keep on chugging til this weekend, and then we plan to laze about not laboring. That’s right. (I think I’ve been married to Dave too long. This stuff is starting to seem funny.)

2 thoughts on “8 hours

  1. Hi Maggey and Dave,

    I’ve been thinking about all of you and Tess. I thought I’d send you a wonderful hello and to tell you that you guys are doing a great job. I know what it’s like to feel the roller coaster ride having known first hand of my kids Sean and Emilie being born as micro-preemies, and not knowing what to expect from one day to the next. Just wanted to let you know that there is hope. Take care and I’d be happy to share any tips/words of encouragement.

    Love,
    Ros (Montreal, Canada)

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