Tired … super tired. I gave you the dummy hoping that would settle you back to sleep, the dummy in which you never have unless Mummy is too tired to try anything else. It calmed you but didn’t send you back into slumber.
4:30 am. Cries, chatting, I tried to rock you, you can’t stand to be rocked in a baby cradling position so you are held upright against my chest whilst I hold your head and pat your bottom, you proceeded to grab and play with my nose and my hair.
I took you to our bed and laid down with you on me. Tummy to tummy. You were so content. A few pats and strokes down your back and you were asleep. I laid there for 20 mins, almost snoozing myself. I didn’t want to put you down.
5:00 am. I placed you in your cot to hopefully get another hour or so. You ended up waking ready to start your day at 7:45 am.
You give the best cuddles and I adore the way you snuggle into me. Daddy gets upset as you don’t cuddle him the way you do me, I secretly love that you and I share that bond.
Now tomorrow morning 7:45 am would be fabulous for your first wake up.