Babies are good at being sick. I don't mean vomiting, although Leo could win some sort of medal for his abilities in regurgitating a feed all over me and my bed without getting a drop on himself. I mean that when they are poorly, they do what they need to recover as fast as possible.
Euan observed on Friday that Sam was doing what big people should do when they're ill, he was sleeping when his body told him to.
The real expert in getting over this bug is the littlest one. Leo has been nursing a heck of a lot and sleeping best when he's in our bed. It's strange that our cosleeping journey has me appreciating the beauty of these moments.
As a first time mum I would have been pacing Sam's floor trying my hardest to get him to sleep in his cot. I would have never considered bringing him into bed, fearful of the "bad habits" that certain people had been nagging me about. If I had a time turner (points for the geek reference) I'd tell myself to relax and put down the sleep training manual.
I'd say that little babes are not manipulators but they are very smart. Leo knows that having me close means he can regulate his breathing and temperature much more easily. He knows that he can rehydrate and get some antibodies to this infection with the minimum of fuss if I'm in reach. My talented midwife mummy says mother nature is amazing and I agree, kiss baby, make germ fighters, feed baby. Amazing.
And instead of losing sleep trying to do what our society's prevailing opinion of what I should do is, I can snuggle my baby (and my big boy too but he has his own bed now!) and I know that this too shall pass. The boys will be better soon and the past few days will be summed up by the memory of pyjama days, lots of cuddles and everyone being kind to each other.
Apart from during flat pack furniture assembly.
That sh*t makes everyone crazy.
Seriously, I mentioned divorce.
I wasn't even the one building it.
I have a wonderfully understanding husband.
Euan observed on Friday that Sam was doing what big people should do when they're ill, he was sleeping when his body told him to.
The real expert in getting over this bug is the littlest one. Leo has been nursing a heck of a lot and sleeping best when he's in our bed. It's strange that our cosleeping journey has me appreciating the beauty of these moments.
As a first time mum I would have been pacing Sam's floor trying my hardest to get him to sleep in his cot. I would have never considered bringing him into bed, fearful of the "bad habits" that certain people had been nagging me about. If I had a time turner (points for the geek reference) I'd tell myself to relax and put down the sleep training manual.
I'd say that little babes are not manipulators but they are very smart. Leo knows that having me close means he can regulate his breathing and temperature much more easily. He knows that he can rehydrate and get some antibodies to this infection with the minimum of fuss if I'm in reach. My talented midwife mummy says mother nature is amazing and I agree, kiss baby, make germ fighters, feed baby. Amazing.
And instead of losing sleep trying to do what our society's prevailing opinion of what I should do is, I can snuggle my baby (and my big boy too but he has his own bed now!) and I know that this too shall pass. The boys will be better soon and the past few days will be summed up by the memory of pyjama days, lots of cuddles and everyone being kind to each other.
Apart from during flat pack furniture assembly.
That sh*t makes everyone crazy.
Seriously, I mentioned divorce.
I wasn't even the one building it.
I have a wonderfully understanding husband.
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