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Knock on Wood

Let's all start knocking on wood throughout this post, so I don't jinx a really good thing. 

Paisley has now slept through the night (8-11 hours) for the past 7 nights!!!  It has been the most amazing gift she could've ever given me.  And the past couple nights, I've fallen into a really deep sleep that I've been incapable of since giving birth to my sleep interrupter.  In fact, Aaron had to wake me up for work the past two mornings after I unconciously turned off my alarm.

There are no words to describe uninterrupted sleep.

(UPDATE: The milk factory is almost completely shut down.  That one desperate pumping session was just the ticket to get me through and since then, pain has been gone and things are almost over.  Sadly, my breast size has decreased dramatically!)

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  1. FaithJune 4, 2011 at 9:45 PM

    Yay, Yay, Yay!!! I am SO excited for you - I literally DREAM of uninterrupted sleep, lol!!! And to top it off, your booby situation is resolved, that is amazing! You're on a roll, girl!!

    *knock on wood*

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  2. SarahJune 4, 2011 at 10:40 PM

    Knocking...:)

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  3. annieJune 5, 2011 at 8:12 PM

    Someone recently shared with me that sometimes children don't sleep through the night until they are TWO. It was terrifying. So glad you did not get one of those and desperately hoping I do not as well!

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  4. JulieJune 6, 2011 at 1:31 PM

    Good news on the sleep - that sounds like just what you needed!

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  5. AnonymousJune 7, 2011 at 7:53 PM

    There's nothing like a full night's sleep! Although, even when Davie's not here I still start waking up around 3 to check on her! Hopefully that'll go away eventually.
    I'm so jealous of your milk output! *sigh*

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