It's 2am and I'm awake with heartburn (no, I'm not pregnant, I'm getting old and can't eat curry late at night anymore). And for some reason I'm having a trip down memory lane to those days when 2am was a popular time for a wake up call.
It's been over five years since Rachel woke in the night for a feed, and mostly I don't miss it, but on the other hand there was a magical dreamy loveliness to middle of the night cuddles.
Just realised I sound clucky but I'm not, I promise.
I love the little girl is now, wonder in her every day; but the baby she was - wow those memories of wonder and miraculous life, they will stay forever.