A Very Hungry Caterpillar

The title of this entry refers to the fact that Oscar has developed an Houdini-like ability to wiggle all the way to the very top of his vast cot whilst wearing a baby sleeping bag - a feat which seems spectacularly difficult to me - until his face is wedged firmly up against the cot bars. This causes him to wake up and demand what seems like atleast 15 gallons of milk. I am slowly becoming accustomed to being a 24-hour human milking machine, finding optimal winding positions, and untangling Baby O from his own complex manoeuvers.

It's amazing how quickly your perceptions on what constitutes a good night's sleep changes when you are looking after a newborn. Before our little scrap came along, five hours or less shut-eye would have counted as an appalling night, whereas at the moment if we manage to get that much I'm practically giddy with euphoria (or could I just be delirious through lack of sleep?)

But I should count my blessings. Give or take the odd bad night (trapped wind is Oscar's current nemesis - thank goodness for Infacol) we are gliding through these early weeks relatively quietly - he really is a happy little boy most of the time. He is growing and changing every day, and I'm determined to appreciate every moment of this special time.