I had a bit of a surreal moment when at 3:30am this morning, I realised that I was indeed sitting in the bottom of the shower with the Little Lion staring at me.
I knew we may have been in for a slightly unsettled night with all of us in the Hummingbird Household sniffling quite unattractively and Panadol being handed out to every member of said household, but the hours from 11pm to 3am felt torturous. I was taken back to the early days of Carter being a newborn as Deon and I tagged teamed it, trudging back and forth from our room to his as his cries welled up through the monitor. A combination of a cold and a nasty bout of eczema flaring up on his legs was just too much for him, and no amount of cuddles, milk, QV Intensive or Panadol would help.
So after 4 hours of very, very little sleep, in desperation I picked him up out of bed and threw him in the shower where we both sat down on the bottom out of weariness, water dripping down our faces and staring at each other for a long time.
Finally, sleep began to take over his blinking became heavier and heavier. I dried him off, dressed him back in his PJ's and tucked him into bed where we didn't hear another peep until 8am.
I tell you what though, nights like that tend to make you feel wrecked the next day. I had so many plans, a cleaning spree, smashing out some posts that are bubbling in the back of my mind and being the oh-so-fun task of packing, but for now, I'm going back to sleep.
And I will see you tomorrow.