Its 3am, Hamish is crying. Its not so much of a cry as it is a dull yell, kinda sounds like he is saying “hey, hey you” over and over again. Sometimes night feeding is a long process. Hamish is a huge fidget. He is so alert at this time of the night but hey, at least that make ONE OF US!!!!! I pull myself out of bed and stumble into his room. All I can see are two giant moons staring back up at me.

“Oh hi mummy, you can’t sleep either, no? Ok cool, let’s hang. It will be fun, yeah, get to know each other better”

So we sit down in the chair and I place him in my arms and we start to have a cuddle.

“Hey mummy did you know you had this tiny bit of fluff on your dressing gown. I’m just going to point it out to you and tap it with my index finger until you notice. Hey mummy, look, fluff. MUUUUMMMY, look, fluff”

“Ooooo I wonder if I can reach the arm of the chair with my toe? Nearly, nearly, yes! Hey you, boob lady, look what I can do, poke, poke, poke, boob lady, poke, poke, poke…..”

He is really starting to fidget now. And I am thinking “soon, soon do you think you might decide what you would like. SOON?”

He starts to poke at my nose: “Look at those gianormous holes in the middle of your nose Mummy. I wonder how far up they go? Let me just stick my fluff pointer up there and see. No, don’t move, what’s up there, WHATSUPTHERE??????”

A few minutes later he is pecking me like a chicken which is his indicator for me that its boob time. Kinda like a “Hey lady come on I am hungry”.

“Mummy, I really can’t decide what I feel like. I think I might just sample both boob and dummy intermittently over the next half hour until I decide. Ok i have made a decision, it’s boob, definatley boob. No, wait, wait, did I say boob, I meant dummy. I want dummy. No wait, wait….”

He feeds for a little while, grabs his dummy puts it back in his mouth and then falls asleep.

I place him in his cot and crawl back into bed only to do it all again in a few hours time, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.