Edda has been sleeping well for a few months now. Sleeping well is a relative term, of course. She goes to sleep pretty easily around 8 or 8:30 pm nestled in the armpit of a parent and usually (3 or 4 nights out of the week) she won’t make a peep until 5:40 am (which is still way too early, but I take what I can get). It’s a miracle that I can, on some mornings, wake up to my alarm in my own bed and Jeremy will be there too, which usually means that neither of us had to get up in the middle of the night.
This is much, much better than 2006 when, for the bulk of the year, we were up for hours in the middle of the night with Edda being wide awake and the rest of us zonked for not getting enough sleep. We tried the chloro hydrate and the melatonin. I despaired that I was never going to sleep a full night ever again. Sleepless nights are only suppose to last for a certain period of infancy, not to drag on for years.
She still sleeps in a position much like an infant, flat on her back with her hands slightly curled by her ears.