I was also mistaken when I allowed myself to believe that My Child Will Sleep Through The Night. I'm slowly resigning myself to the fact that I'm never going to sleep again unless I shadow her, sleeping for an hour and a half or so at a time. The only problem with this is it denies me the chance to watch her sleep, an activity I've found to be remarkably fascinating over the past few days.
For all that I find her sleep to be fascinating, I don't think it holds a candle to how amazing Sam seems to think this whole thing is. He's wonderful with her, and it's absolutely adorable to watch. He's fallen completely and totally in love, and if it were anyone else, I might be jealous. Then again, I didn't realize until we got home this afternoon that I'd managed to forget his birthday, so I have no right to complain. (To be fair, I'm not sure he remembered either).
We're home. The baby's healthy. We're together. When I think about that, the rest of it ceases to matter.