Just 10 more minutes…

Well, E woke up very loudly, at stupid O’clock this morning. I cannot fathom the need that babies have to wake up loudly. Personally I’m a slow starter - opening one eye at a time, assessing the world as i go. It wouldn’t had been so hard if I hadn’t have woken for no reason at 4.30am, although I must confess that if I am awake at this time of day, especially at this time of year, I love to lie and listen to the birds singing as day breaks. No cars. No buses or children going to school (the laughter of children is equally beautiful…but not at that time of the morning!). I did fall asleep again, waking briefly as my husband said goodbye and kissed me on the forehead as he does every morning that he works. He doesn’t always realise that I’m awake when he does this, I don’t tell him, it’s a moment I like to keep all to myself.

I finally caved in at 6.30am and peeled myself out of bed to go and warm a bottle, which kept him pacified for almost 10 minutes. By 7am i was shovelling ready brek and banana into a hungry monster who was itching to get stuck into the day.

He has learnt to climb over the last week, and is a real pro at it now. I keep finding him climbing on the sofa or footstool, but he doesn’t know when to stop and we frequently find him wedged in between furniture or upside down in a corner somewhere. He never ceases to amaze us, and i start each day wondering what he’ll do next. He’s having a bit of ‘nanny time’ today while my husband and myself are at work, so he should be worn out from all of the playing and activities that nanny does with him. It makes me feel guilty really - it should be me doing all this with him but there doesn’t seem to be enough hours in my day with baby, husband, house and work. Maybe one day I’ll have enough money to give up work so i can employ someone for the housework and chores, and I too can play away the day, watching endless episodes of Thomas the tank engine with my beautiful boy - who knows what the future holds!

It’s now time to get moving. Work later so time to psyche myself up for the contant bellowing of ‘nurse, nurse’ down the ward and trying to tear myself into a million pieces to get every job done by 9.30 tonight - seems like an impossible task but i will do it, as i always do!