Baby M went to sleep at 6pm. She did not wake up for milk or a dummy or anything until just shy of 5am. At that point I gave her a good feed and left her to play in her cot. Yes, this is a child of mine! I knew she had it in her.
At 5:40 she was still entertaining herself nicely, starting the mobile by hitting buttons with her foot, when daddy went to her. He'd had enough sleep too, having passed out on the couch even before Survivor started. Son and I cuddled (read: Son took over most of the bed and I clung on to the edge) till just before 7.
I like this phase, long may it last.
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