I have seen dawn rise plenty of times in life, mostly due to fun and frolics safe in the knowledge that when the time to sleep is upon me I shall be safely and peacefully in the Land of Nod until well into the following afternoon.
But today’s dawn, like a handful before it, is a struggle to witness. Syd is poorly, in an indeterminate way. He is not quite 11 months so can’t tell me. Perhaps it is teething, although he has a high temperature so probably not. All I do know is that for the second night running dawn is breaking and I have had next to no sleep. He is sleeping only in fits and starts, and feeding for interminable periods of time. Just when you think he has nodded off and try to snatch a few minutes he wakes again.
As the first light clawed it’s way round the edges of the blackout blind I abandoned bed and am encamped on the sofa with a hot, snugly, awake boy on my lap watching mumuhug.
Hopefully in a bit he will nod off deeply enough that I will be able to put him in his bed and snatch some shut eye too.
I hope so, else I sense delirium will start to creep in. Chocolate and coffee can only help for so long! If in a couple of hours time you see a unkempt, muttering woman gibbering to herself as she wheels a baby around the lanes so he can get some much needed sleep and get himself well, then nip down to Costa and grab me something with an extra shot or two. Of brandy.