It’s 5:04am. You’ve woken for your first feed of the night. I change your nappy and bring you into bed, place you on my breast. 

It’s 5:06am. It’s light outside and I can hear the birds partaking in their early morning song. I can see the pony in the field through the little crack of the open velux window.

It’s 5:10am. I know you’re enjoying your milk by the cute little noises you’re making as you suck away with satisfaction. 

It’s 5:20am. You’ve had a little squirm as you relieve some wind. I hold you as you sleep knowing that it’s not time to put you down as in just a few moments you will stir and look for more milk. I cherish this moment and take in your smell as I place my nose on your head; there’s nothing that smells better than the head of a newborn. I take in this moment, knowing these newborn days won’t last forever. 

It’s 5:34am. You’re back on the breast and I hear your brother murmur over the monitor. My eyes feel heavy and I yawn. I slowly close my eyes and rest them for a few moments. 

It’s 5:47am. You’ve come off the breast and are resting your sleeping head so preciously on my shoulder. I kiss your wonderfully soft cheeks and listen to your gently snores. I’m almost certain you’re ready to be put back in your Moses basket and sleep for the next couple of hours. 

It’s 5:50am. You’re laying in your Moses basket tucked under your blanket so lovingly made by your Grandma. I listen to your super gentle breathing. Sweet dreams little bear.