I do however accept there are downsides to these particular parenting choices. This evening is one such downside. She would not fall asleep. I lay next to her whilst she rolled about, popping on and off the breast as she chose. I would breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, internally chanting ‘patience, patience, patience’. It helped that on occasion she would pause to look at me, grin and crawl over to put her little chubby arm around my neck, press her soft forehead to mine and babble ‘’Mamumumum’’.
I adore this child. She did eventually fall asleep. I came downstairs, frustration and adoration mixing up my head. I resent the loss of my own time. I love that she is such a content and happy child. Her mother is with her when she settles into slumber and is there when she awakes. Still, this time won’t last forever. I understand that there will come a time when she can’t stand the sight of me and I dread it.Just watching Juno. What a great wee film. Cracking soundtrack. It has taken me three times as long to write this post as a result of watching Juno. I am mainly into sci-fi and fantasy (LOTR style fantasy) but sometimes there’s a book or a film that just can’t be knocked. Juno is one such film. An excellently written script.
My husband just called on the phone. He’s en route back to Scotland for work. I told him what I was doing and he asked me what it was I blog about. And do you know, I could not answer him cos I have no idea what I blog about. I guess I’m just going to keep going and let Number Five find its own personality. I suppose it’s a little like my parenting – I’m going to go with my instinct and let Bubble develop as naturally as possible. If she isn’t ready to come off the breast, then I’m not going to force her. Even if it takes me nearly an hour and a half of my precious time to get her to sleep.
She’s worth it.:o)