My raspberry ripple boy

I wrote in my previous blog that the quality and quantity of my sleep was much improved since Benjamin had joined us - well, twelve days in and I may have to revoke the latter claim! However, it's still good news as I'm pleased to report that the quality remains far superior to what I was experiencing before.

I do wonder if, now that I am physically far more comfy at night, I am finally able to put into practice what I've been learning from Guy Meadows of the Insomnia Clinic.Arguably it has nothing to do with this and it's the combination of a huge hormonal shift and the fact that Benjamin is out which is giving me more Z's. But I have to say I don't believe this to be the case. It's been a couple of months now that I've been stubbornly practising mindfulness techniques several times each day.

So yes, I am tired. But I am tired because I am a new mother, nothing more nothing less. Hoo-RAY!

This is going to be a short blog. I am currently typing with one finger as I have a wee babe in my left arm. He is wearing my thirty-two year old baby clothes (seriously!), has a dusting of copper hair, skin the colour of raspberry ripple icecream, pouting lips, a noble nose and eyes like small pools of liquid cornflower...when he chooses to open them, which isn't too often yet as this little man likes to.....SLEEP!

ps - photo taken last week on our first family outing to Claremont National Trust.