Here comes the soppiness

But truly, I have never felt more privileged than I have today when Matteo, grumping and overtired, fell deeply asleep in my arms. To soothe him into that state, and be a safe place for him, even though I know babies can pretty much sleep anywhere, felt like such an honour.

And then, because I'm pretty tired myself from a cold, I took him, still sleeping, up to our bedroom and lay dozing with him for an hour. He woke up for one final bottle before bed and is now all tucked up in his sleeping bag with his bedtime bear. Asleep again and, if experience is anything to go by, we won't hear from him until around 6am tomorrow.

There is a lot to like about this mother stuff.

Didn't you know?

All the cool babies are sleeping with bunnies on their faces these days.

Confession

My baby is just over 16 weeks old, and to date I have never changed his nappy in a public place - other people's houses, yes, but never in a baby change room/ladies' room. Not even in Starbucks, where I spend an ionordinate amount of time and money.

I almost did today, but needed to get to the post office before it shut so let him linger, so to speak. Judging from the huge grins he gave me while I weighed parcels, he most definitely approved.

The washing machine is struggling, however.

Things I thought I would never ever be able to do again when I was newly postpartum

(and now do all the time)

• Read a book
• Sell books on Amazon
• Sleep during most of the dark hours without being woken until morning
  
• Be woken by anything other than our baby crying
• Sit in a coffee shop and read a book
• See a film at the cinema (ok, I've only seen two so far)
• Housework - I wasn't missing this, I can tell you
• Make a meal
  
• Write in a journal
• Organise all the digital photos of our baby

Add to all that my very active presence on ebay as both buyer and seller of baby items and , while I'm not back at work yet, I'm achieving more than I ever dreamed would be possible. I am so glad to be out of that helpless, hopeless space.

Tomorrow we start a mother & baby yoga and baby massage course, and I'm slightly apprehensive. I'm no yoga bunny and I am fearful of a huge dirty nappy at just the wrong moment.