I feel decadent. I slept in my bed last night. All night. Without holding a baby.

For whatever reason, D- slept in her bassinet every time yesterday/last night. The two times she even remotely fussed it was because she wanted more to eat. After that was remedied, there weren't any problems. She would get sleepy, I'd rock her in the living room for a few minutes then we'd go into the bedroom where I'd rock her a bit more. I played a CD and put her down in her bassinet. She would wake up and watch me while I rocked her bassinet and then she drifted off to sleep. Each time, she slept for several hours.

And then, last night: she slept for 5 1/2 hours. Woke up to eat a very little bit and then went back asleep.

Mind you, between the sleeping yesterday, she was up and awake for about 3 hours each time. So I think she's ok (how like a new mom - worry when she's not sleeping and then worry when she is. sheesh).

And she's now getting to the responsive stage. We played a bit, read, sang songs and she *almost* laughed. But I got lots and lots of smiles.

So I'm feeling better today. A little hung over from starting to catch up on sleep [while I didn't sleep the entire time she did (wind down periods and what not) I've still gotten more in the past 12 hours than I have in weeks] but a bit less...overwhelemed.

Yay!