|Busby napping in her cot yesterday afternoon|
Last night was the first night that Busby slept in her own room, in her big cot (no more head-banging on the top of the moses basket!). I might have sobbed slightly when handing her over to Nick for her last feed before bed… My little baby is no longer the small newborn I once knew, and it breaks my heart. Soon she’ll be eating real food, then she’ll be talking (she’s already mastered “buh” and “oorgh”) and then, before we know it, she’ll be walking down the aisle and starting a family of her own! I feel nostalgic for the 5am feeds and milky cuddles, her tiny squidged up body and face, and the hours lost just staring at her, marvelling her in awe, whilst she slept in my arms. Why does it go so quickly? How can one change so much in 17 weeks? Why do I feel like I’m saying goodbye to my little baby, even though she’s only moving into the next room?
Busby slept amazingly well last night – 8pm until 6.30am this morning – I’m so so proud of her; I think she was thankful for the space! And the magic moment? Opening her bedroom door and being greeted by her big grin whilst she chatted away in her cot.