When Maxi-Taxi was born he was the worst sleeping newborn in the history of the world (really, the entire history, I swear). I'd had a 40 hour labour (that's a whole working week right there!), was recovering from a couple of complications from the resulting CS and about 2 winks of sleep in as many weeks.
Ah, welcome to motherhood, you'll like it here.
When LOML went back to work after 2 weeks, my mum stepped in to help me out. She was the best.
One night she was sitting with him curled on her chest (you know, the standard newborn position) and sent me off to bed at 8pm. She said she would wake me when he was due a feed at eleven. Well, at 4am she came and woke me from the longest, most replenishing sleep I'd had in weeks. Mum had sat there with that child in her arms for 8 hours through the dead of night. Patting him back to sleep when he woke hungry, shooshing him back to dreamland.
When I said to her "Mum, you don't have to do that, really!" she simply said "Bronny, you take care of your baby, and I'll take care of mine."
Still brings a tear to this day.
It's true that the little bits make up the best bits of memories! ♥
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