Two Nights

I have now been home for 2 nights. The first was a mess. I kept mum up all night making sure she didn't get more rest than me. The plan was to keep them both awake for as long as possible. Which was a resounding success. After trying all the tricks they knew to settle me, a frantic, panicked call to the maternal health nurse, the parents discovered they had been doing it the right way and it was just me being a 3-day-old. Dad was the first to fall, going out for the count at 1:20am. The resilience of mum, however, was too much, I eventually let her get some sleep at 2:30am. I even slept for more than 15mins, a good 2.5 hours This gave mum some time to actually get into bed and lie down before I woke her again. Well that would have been the plan if she hadn't cottoned on to it and woke me instead! The horror! The shock! Mmmm... the milk....

The other creature in the flat, my notes show its a cat, is still not sure how to deal with me. But normalcy is coming back. Pip woke dad up at the usual time even though she had already been fed. We aren't friends yet, but that is probably only a matter of time. Here is a pic of Pip's reaction to my voice.


When we can get one of everyone together I'll put it up here.