Blanket Statement

After a fortnight of (the return of) fitful nighttime sleep, our guarded optimism has given way to hopelessness, which, as we’re all too familiar with, is only a stone’s throw from disquiet desperation. We’d tried some new tricks this time – half-mile walks before bedtime, a second dinner, a room air conditioner – all to no avail. On the eve of another uneven evening, we put our heads together to see if we could come up with the common denominator of our recent slate of successive, successful nights.

We actually came up with two common denominators – Laga, Olivia’s Swedish teddy bear, and Blankie, her baby blanket – both of which had been bedside during our brief reentrance into the human world, but had spent the past two weeks at G’s house because we’d forgotten to pick them up after Olivia’s most recent overnight stay there.

And wouldn’t you know it, on the first night Olivia had her bear and blanket back, she kept her eyelids shut until morning.