OK so it’s gone 1am and after an evening drafting blog posts, the laptop has been switched off but I can’t!
Got to point where I know Pooh Bear will be waking soon…
Knew it! As I typed that last sentence he let out a little whimper.
Wonder if when you breastfeed and ultimately share bodily fluids (sounds grim but is actually beautifully natural) that they become at one with you and so have some sort of twin-like affinity???
Anyhoo, he’s guzzling away happily right now :)
Wonder how many other Mums are sat in darkened rooms nourishing their little ones?
I suppose, if you’re the other side of the world, you could be sat barefoot on a beach listening to the sea lap your toes – that would help me drift off nicely.
Although my reality would be accompanied by a grumpy husband and babies who have no tolerance of hot weather and so not as relaxing as I’d like.
Oooh, Pooh Bear’s full.
Now, should I try him in his cot or just snuggle him down next to me?
Our bed it is then ;) Scatty Dad will scold me in the morning.
Right, turning this bloody phone off. Only 6 hours before the little people will be jumping on my head to get up!!!!!
Bugger. Scatty Aunty has sent me a drawing through on Draw Something.
Must resist. Must resist…
Night all x
