Tonight, I held my beautiful baby girl in my arms and I rocked her gently to sleep, cuddled her, sang to her Baby Mine along to the godsend that is our Google Nest mini speaker and Spotify.
It was so beautiful, every so often she would look at me with her big beautiful dark eyes (such a contrast to her fair features) and whisper “mama” at me. I kissed her little forehead and her little button nose each time and she would give me a cute sleepy smile each time.
And then victory, she was asleep within about 10 minutes of me rocking her. Given that she was up until 1am last night and on Friday night woke up at 1:30 and was up all night, this felt not only like a huge victory, but gave me smug mum points because last night and Friday night were Robyn’s Daddy’s turn to get her to sleep.
So I carefully stood up and placed her in her cot, bent to kiss her and stroke her hair as always, and WHAM! My phone slipped and fell on her head. Want to know the truly ironic thing? It slipped because I was angling it away so the light from the screen wouldn’t disturb her.
I’ve never been a fan of the government, but now I have even more resentment, because it was a notification that lit up my screen from a news app, saying that Matt Hancock and Boris Johnson blah blah blah... so yeah, I’m blaming them for the fact that Robyn is now awake again and we’re going to have another night of watching Hey Duggee and Baby TV nighttime sensory.
Thanks BoJo. And yeah, I am gonna blame him, I already carry enough Mum Guilt to last a lifetime thanks.
