I should be sleeping. But for once I’m wide awake, and I suspect if I go and lie down she will sense it and wake up. She’s been asleep for half an hour anyway, so I probably haven’t got that long before she’s up and at it again. Wouldn’t it be lovely if they could hold up a little sign telling you how long they are going to sleep for?
Anyway, it was a tough night last night, with her up til nearly 3 am. Other children are tired too following their activity in the snow yesterday. Then Tim went to the loo last night after their lights out and found Small sitting on the bathroom floor, resting his book on the (closed) toilet, reading George’s Secret Key to the Universe
. Tim was so surprised to find him there, and reading as well (Small seems to have gone off fiction atm) that all he did was send him to bed and then come back in the living room to laugh 🙂
Today consequently has been a quiet day. (Oh, and I was right, baby is waking up. Would have been pointless trying to have a nap.) The cat is in disgrace as he’s killed the robin we’ve all been enjoying watching – this has meant that the sparrow has reappeared though. And we’ve had blackbird wars today, with a female blackbird chasing off any and all other visitors. Hasn’t managed to stop the flock of seagulls diving in, but I’m not sure that anything much would.
D’you get the impression I don’t have much to say? Correct. My brain is scrambled. Christmas is a week away and I haven’t a clue whether I’m organised or not – I suspect not. There are piles and piles of baby clothes all over the house as I continue processing black sacks that came out of the loft at old house, and I think the clutter is also contributing to clutter of the brain as I try to figure out where to put things. Unsuccessfully usually, they just end up heaped. Oh well. Repeat after me, this too will pass as we just keep on keeping on.
I can’t believe baby is nearly 6 weeks old. Time is flying past – I want to savour it and yet I’m almost too tired to manage that. She’s starting to smile now, and we get eye contact every now and then, and she’s changing so much. I want to be able to snapshot these moments in time, I remember so little from when either of the other two were small. Big was a tough baby, and I was isolated, with no other parents around. Tim was working 90 minutes drive from home, so left early in the morning and was back late at night and tired, no wonder that I was just desperate to get her into nursery and me back to work. Not that that was easy either, especially as I was determined that she would have no formula so I expressed enough milk for her to take to nursery daily from 14 weeks. I have no idea how I found the time.
Small was a very much easier baby, but then I had a high maintenance 3 1/2 year old, so that time around had its own challenges. I do regret that I barely blogged him, and I don’t think there are all that many pictures either. But more than pictures or blogging it’s memories that I’m lacking, so I’m trying to take pictures and make notes so that I will remember this. Savouring baby. Even when I’m so tired that all I want to do is sleep, and all I can do is cry.
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