Maternity (and paternity) leave.

The sleeping pattern of a baby I thought was erratic but for the first couple of nights William sleeps from midnight to 6 without a feed and my husband and I silently poke him to check that all is ok.  He’s fine, of course he’s fine but he’s testing us, making us feel comfortable before the sleepless nights begin…..

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Baby boy thoughts…

 

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“It’s three AM, they’re all asleep, and no-one’s here to see.

As we rock slowly back and fourth, my baby boy and me.

 

His little hand is feather light, tucked up against my chin.

I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin.

 

The house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.

He snuggles closer to me still, and makes his baby sounds.

 

I love these quiet hours to much, and cherish every one.

Store memories up inside my heart, for lonely nights to come.

 

All too soon he’ll be all grown up, his need for mummy gone.

But until then I still have time, for kisses and for song.

 

Time for quiet hours like this, with him cuddled in my arms.

Where I wish he’d always stay, protected, safe and warm.

 

And yet I know the day will come, when his tiny little hand,

Will be bigger than my own, he’ll have grown to be a man.”

 

 

Poem found on Facebook, unsure of the author so if you know who it is please let me know so that I can give them credit where due!

Getting a coffee should be easy…

It’s natural to cry, they say, when you’re pregnant and after the baby is born. They say it’s hormones, they said it could be postnatal depression but whatever it is she had run out of hankies. Yes hankies, other girls her age would carry round a mini pack of tissues but Carla had been given hankies for her birthday from her gran for as along as she could remember plus it was always softer on her face.

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