It's amazing how much changes in the first weeks of a baby's life. It seems like Fable was just born, and yet we've already gone through so many stages, she's changed so much in these eleven weeks, it seems like she's been with us forever. I talk about The Sleepless Nights like they were ages ago. But then wasn't it just last month that I said, if I could somehow get six solid hours of sleep, I'd be a new woman? And here I am tonight, daring to stay up and write a few words even though Fable has been off frolicking in slumberland for a full hour already. This is living on the edge.

For the first week of her life, we were told to wake Fable every three hours to feed her. I'd set an alarm, but it was often unnecessary. She'd sleep an hour, then a couple, then maybe a couple more. And then there were nights when she wouldn't sleep at all. One night morning I called my mom at 4:45 am to come and rescue us. She came over and held our sweet girl so that we could rest our eyes. But of course it was time to feed that sweet girl three short hours later.

The first time Fable slept four solid hours, I was afraid she'd stopped breathing. And then she slept six once, and I thought for sure something was wrong. In the beginning, there was no sleep pattern. Her longest stretch one night would be three hours, and the next night she'd sleep five. But then I'd notice she was sleeping longer and longer. Five hours one night. Six the next. Even seven! EIGHT! EIGHT WHOLE HOURS! (I'm almost afraid to admit it, but she's slept as much as NINE!)

I am now fairly confident that I can expect her to sleep about eight hours, so here I am, sacrificing sleep, throwing caution to the wind and thinking about how fast time is flying by. And how I need to soak in every second of every day so I don't forget a thing.