I slept in my son’s cot last night. He was so unsettled and I knew he just wanted a hug to get him off to sleep again. I shouldn’t do this as it will disrupt his sleeping pattern and he will expect to be held every night. I’m being greedy and partly do it for myself. It soothes me. I love hearing him inhale and exhale or reaching out to see if I’m still there. He is so soft and snuggly.
We got out of bed at eight and I started my morning routine. Breakfast, cloth baby, tidy lounge, make the bed, get wood in and hang washing on the line. I save the dishes for last. I can never have peace when I do them. We got a chair for baby to stand at the sink this time. I rolled his sleeves up and he helped put bowls and cutlery in the bubbly water. It took twice as long but he was happy to be helping.
He is asleep again. I have this hour and a half to gather my thoughts and have a shower. There are toys all around me. I won’t clean them up. Every second I will hold on to. I need time for myself. I need more sleep. I need something to eat. I need to find something for dinner.
When baby boy wakes up we will go to the park. Light the fire to warm the water. Play. Play some more. Make dinner (I think it will be a simple one.) My partner will come home and we will eat, watch television and watch baby run around. Sleep. Done.
This is my day most days.
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