5 Hours are Beautiful
5 hours in a row. Oh, I feel like a new woman.
I was starting to feel like a graduate student sleep deprivation study “participant”. But last night B. came home with sushi — oh delectable, uncooked, protein-laden food of the gods - then sent me to bed. He put away the dishes, rehung the shower curtain, folded the baby laundry and put the babies to bed, waking me only to hand me F. to nurse.
I got up at 1:30 totally engorged and did a dream feed. They didn’t even open their eyes.
They squawked for food at 5:30, and went to work with enthusiasm.
Now it is almost 9 and they are still almost asleep, sucking on their thumbs. I’ve had breakfast. I am dressed. I am about to go play with well-rested babies. Does life get better than this?

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