Sometimes it’s the small things that can break you when you’re sleep deprived and all you can think about is sleep, blessed sleep and when are you ever going to meet again.
Well the other night I thought I was going to be granted a well deserved sleep. I could almost feel my pillow against my face I was so close!
After a long night routine of warm bath, warm milk, lots of rocking, bouncing, shushing, patting and more rocking finally my angel falls to sleep, hallelujah! (It’s amazing how they turn into angels again once they sleep).
Now Ninja mum kicks in and I tip toe over to the cot and ever so gently put him down, slowly, slowly pull my arm out from underneath him and wait. . . Houston I think I’ve done it. . . I’m not touching him. . . and he’s still asleep!
Then disaster strikes . . . I ever so slightly knock the mobile over the cot annnnnnd it decides it still has a bit of wind in it from the last time. I freeze. . . as it cranks up and starts playing what may as well be heavy rock music my angels eyes FLY open. For one hopeful split second I think, it’s okay, it might be alright, maybe it’s just the startle reflex and he’ll close them again and drift back into sleep – WRONG!
Crying quickly progresses into screaming and tears, my angel has disappeared and I’m back with distraught, over tired baby. So as I sigh and mentally say goodbye to my pillow, mourn the sleep I thought I was about to embrace and accept that I’m probably never going to sleep again I scoop him up and we start rocking, shushing and patting . . .
Thanks a lot Winnie the pooh! Your supposed to be my friend (he no longer lives over the cot).