6 hours is how long Micah slept last night.
In a row.
He went to bed at 10:15pm and didn't stir until 4:15am.
Mama calls that "sleeping through the night."
I'm a hundred percent positive that it was a fluke and won't happen again.
Grey, on the other hand, got up every other hour to eat. His schedule went like this:
It got old pretty quick.
Normally when one baby cries to eat I get them both up, otherwise just as I have finished nursing one and am lying down to a blissful hour of rest... the other cries.
But last night before bed Micah was hysterical. He nursed for a half hour, and then while keeping his mouth around the nipple he would scream then suck for a few seconds, then scream then suck... it was so sad, because I think his stomach hurt or something but he wanted to eat despite it.
Travis said, "Maybe he'll do better with a bottle?" so we took Grey's bottle from him to experiment with Micah (and we put Grey at the breast - we didn't let him starve. Come on!)
But within ten minutes Micah had downed five ounces of milk!
And then, after a nice big burp, he snuggled down on his daddy's chest and went to sleep.
So when Grey woke up at 11 to eat and Micah was still asleep I thought "I'll just let him rest. It's my duty as Mama to give them what they need and Micah needs sleep, even if it means no sleep for me."
But then midnight came and went and then 1am came and a baby cried.
I looked at the clock and thought "There's Micah."
But it was Grey.
And when I went to put Grey back to bed I hovered over Micah to make sure he was breathing, because why on earth was he still sleeping?
But then morning came and both babies woke up starving and I'm trying to figure out how to squeeze 8oz into each of them again before bed tonight - since I bet Micah had like 8oz in his belly, which is why he stayed asleep.
If they had both slept then last night would have perhaps been the best night of my life.
But as is, it was just a regular night.