A combination of restless nights and nowhere urgent to be most of the time means we're rarely in a rush to start our day. Such a change from my pre-baby life where I'd leap out of bed at 6am for a run. I've always got the best of intentions to slow down, but I think I often need to have external forces at work to make it happen. Well, a baby will certainly do that for you. They have a way of making you live life on their terms.
Rory wakes up hungry around 6am. I go and get her from her cot and sneak her back into bed with me. I feed her lying down, and if I'm lucky one or both of us will nod off for another half an hour or so. I think how much I'll miss these sleepy feeds when she no longer needs them. She gurgles and suckles and grabs at my clothes and hair with her fingers. We stay in bed for a while, chatting and playing before we get up. It's an effort, after my broken sleep.
I take Rory into her room and change her nappy. I make her smile when I tickle her nostrils and drum my hands on her belly. Belly bongos. I kiss her face more times than she probably cares for, because it's warm and soft and squishy and part of me.
All of our days start like this, and it's heaven.
I was sent these pyjamas by Yawn, which I was pretty excited about because new pyjamas are something I rarely ever treat myself to. We spend so much of our lives asleep, I think we owe it to ourselves to do it in comfort. It's a pretty good incentive to slow down too, having something special and cosy to do it in. These pyjamas are just as soft and comfortable as I hoped they would be, and I love them a lot. Thanks Yawn for sending them to me, and for making my mornings extra special.