I Know I’m Lucky that I Have a Good Baby (but please don’t tell me that)
This is a pretty usual conversation for me these days: “How old is your son?” “Six months. I can’t believe it.” “Oh, wow! Are you sleeping?” “Surprisingly, yes.” “That’s good. How many hours a night?” (Looking away, trying to mumble…) “Like ten.” (In shock) “In a row? Consistently?” “Yes.” “You’re so fucking lucky.” “Thanks…” And here’s the thing, I know I’m lucky. My son has been a good sleeper since, well… always. By six weeks he was sleeping 6 hour stretches. When I went b