Alternative post title: MY BRILLIANT BABY
My brilliant child slept until 7am this morning. She has been ‘sleeping through’ for a little while now, by which I mean not waking in the night but waking for the day at any time between 5am (horrible, just horrible) and 6.15am (barely sociable but acceptable). So this morning was a triumph in slumber and a first.
I haven’t wanted to crow much about the ‘sleeping through’ for fear that it might go away. Didn’t want to scare the horses as it were. However, this morning I can’t help myself, because I am quite literally drunk with sleep. Mr B can vouch for this. We took Bibsey for an early morning walk and I didn’t stop talking for the whole time. Jabbering like a drunkard. Babbling like a teenager on speed. Wittering like a housewife on the cooking sherry.
I try to go to bed every night without expectation. What will be will be right? And it has been only recently that I have settled down to sleep in my bed and not felt as if I was settling down to sleep clinging to a cliff edge. I imagine that this will sound familiar to some. You know the feeling of getting into bed, closing your eyes, and wondering when the call will come. Will it be within seconds, minutes, hours? The little voice calling you from across the room or maybe next door. Will it be just the once or will it be on the hour every hour until daylight?
So, tonight: Qué será será. And here is a little bit of Doris Day on the subject…