When Caleb was a baby he made sure that we loved him - he made sure all day and all night. He was a fussy feeder, a terrible sleeper - you get the sleep deprived picture. I went back to work full time after 4 weeks, while I was still at home drafting, Glen was the man, unfortunately no-one asked Caleb who just wanted his Mummy. Not sounding so cosy yet I know. He would only sleep on me, even during the day I would work one armed with him fast asleep. At night he woke every hour for half an hour until he was at least 2 and only wanted his Mum so he ended up sleeping in our bed to save my sanity.
For some reason I don't tell most people, like it is something to be ashamed of,
but even now
to me that is
Knowing my sleeping little angel is at peace, twirling my hair in a sweet dream land.
Now I don't even remember the struggles, just the peace. And I don't even mind that he tested me out. He was making a family he had to be sure, I guess.
I think Pip's word and pictures has been such a fantastic idea.
(I had another picture I have been searching for but I will have to stick with this one)