Hello old friend
Last night we were finally reacquainted with that elusive comrade of ours…sleep! Bubs went to bed at 7pm and the next thing we knew it was 5am and he was awake looking for food, which meant me and the Hubber got a blissful, uninterrupted 7 hours of kip. Well, he did anyway. In typical neurotic mum fashion I was awake several times wondering why Bubs wasn’t crying, if he was OK, if I had gone deaf, if the baby monitor was broken…you get the picture. A bit like winning the lottery, I suppose you hope against hope for ages that your baby will ’sleep through’ (even the phrase itself deserves reverent inverted commas) and then when it actually happens you can’t quite believe it’s true. Of course I know it was probably a complete fluke, and tonight or in the wee small hours of tomorrow morning when I am up feeding or rocking or changing nappies I will be cursing myself for having lain awake watching the green light on the baby monitor flash flashing away when I could have been in the land of nod. On the other hand, he might just do it again and then I will be cursing myself for not having more faith and opening a bottle of wine while I watch the X Factor. Can’t win!







well mrs, well done you! One Alfie baby asleep all night!!
I think you should take your own advice and open that bottle of wine….even if you only get a glass of it, its one more last to the future!