Sleeping like a baby

Unlike her big sister, who could sleep for England, sleeping has never been one of C’s strong points. In fact it’s not uncommon for us (or more precisely me) to be up every hour or so through a good chunk of the night.

Which makes days like today, which happens to be C’s 8 month ‘birthday’, even more surprising.

Apart from a feed at 11pm, C has been fast asleep since about 830 last night.

That’s 13 hours!!!


Just imagine how much sleeping I could’ve got done in that time! (Yeah I know, 13 HOURS!).

Of course it didn’t quite work out that way, and we got rudely awoken at 630am by the aforementioned big sister, who decided today was the day to role swap.

But I’m not complaining, no not me! Hell, I even managed to write this blog post, which is more than I’ve managed for weeks!

Today is a good day.

Going Solo


Daddy is back at work this week, which means I’ve been left in charge of both kids on my own – eek!

I say both kids, but that’s not entirely true. We have a fabulous childminder who G is spending Monday to Wednesday mornings with, and who is dropping her off at school nursery, giving C and I the bulk of the day to do things together for at least part of the week.

Mostly, this of course comprises of feeding, crying and sleeping (more C than I on all counts), although this week we’ve also managed a trip to my office, a yummy mummy style lunch, a couple of shopping trips, midwife and health visitor appointments, and registering C at the doctors. Not bad going for week one, I reckon.

Today really is the first day with both kids, and we marked it by miraculously getting everyone up, fed, dressed and out of the door by 9am, to take C to the doctors to see if they can help with her silent reflux, which has been increasingly problematic over the last week or so. This was swiftly followed by a morning singing songs to C, and then playing with balloons whilst she was sleeping.

After dropping G at school, C and I made a trip to the Trafford Centre to spend some Christmas vouchers. It seems C doesn’t really have the taste for shopping yet, screaming her way around Baby Gap, and then promptly falling fast asleep as soon as I found a cafe to sit and feed her in.

These impromptu and somewhat mistimed naps may well be the answer to my ‘when can I find time to blog’ conundrum however – I’m sat writing this whilst debating whether to wait here until she wakes up, or carry on shopping knowing she’ll inevitably wake up the instant I’m out of range of seating options.

Given I’m on a strict timetable (rule number one – do not, I repeat DO NOT forget to pick up your child from school), I may have to go with the ill fated option two. But at least I got to eat my raspberry and white chocolate muffin in peace whilst deciding. I’m pretty sure I won’t get that chance much in the next few months.