ABSTRACT
During that Whitsuntide week I slowly recovered from mastitis, helped by Nick being at home for half-term. We were able to complete a few small tasks around the house, making us both feel a little more human again. Without the work routine for either of us our whole pace seemed easier. We even shared the same bedroom for a couple of nights. We all went to register Dominic’s birth, which was a pleasurable trip as he looked immaculate and was content (for once). It was the same registrar who had married us which somehow seemed right. On various other trips out, fitted in around Dominic’s needs, I ended up feeding him in a selection of different car parks. Why did he not do what all the books stated he should and, for example, now be into a settled sleeping routine? We did manage a social night out as a family when we went to Sue and her husband Jon’s house for their joint 30th birthday party. I was pleased to show off our baby as he was as good as gold, sleeping on their bed from 9 p.m. to 1.30 a.m. when we went home. Shame he was awake then most of the night!
