My happy place

There seems to be a theme this week with my fellow bloggers and writers and for once I feel compelled to join in (plus the fact that a play date with Williams friend tired him out so he gets to nap and I get time to myself (double yay, thanks for that Jacob!)

[edit: it’s now Sunday night, it seems that time was snatched away]

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It was complete carnage!

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2018…it gets better every year!

Edit: Wow, back to work tomorrow after nearly 3 weeks off phew!  My head says ‘early night’ my heart says ‘early night’

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So the blogging, not so vast this last year, I’ve tried to keep up over the last couple of months…

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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!

At home

I struggle to sleep at night wondering what William is doing, how he is feeling and if he’s happy.  I can hear everyone saying I’m sure he’s fine, but that’s no enough for me, that’s why I’ve been phoning the Unit every morning even though I’m in there every day.  The nurses must think I’m a drama queen either that or hormonal, yes I’m definitely hormonal.  Every little thing is making me cry, whether it be DIY SOS or when I put the spoon in the bin (yes I did actually do that).

I’m waking every night in the middle of the night and going down stairs and drinking umpteen cups of tea, I’m just like my mum, she does that when she can’t sleep tea settles her which is ironic because caffeine is supposed to make you more alert.

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