She slept for seven hours straight last night.
She only screamed for like, two or three hours preceding that magical chunk of zonk.
When she woke up this morning, she ate and ate and ate and aaaate for another two or three hours, then went back to sleep for a morning nap.
Bless the child, I think she's finally found the best way to say I love you (ed. to add: or perhaps she just really wants me to have time for showers). With sleeeeeep.