Its 5.40pm and Ayla is asleep.

She’s lying across my body, legs wedged between my hips and the couch, her head nestled between my arm and my chest.

She’s wearing a white beanie with tiny pink polka dots, magenta leggings with a skirt attached, a white long-sleeved top with flowers on the front, striped pink butterfly socks on her feet and baby-pink knitted socks on her hands.

She’s been like this for nearly three, beautiful hours.

But, Ayla’s going to wake up soon… I can see her eyes fluttering and she’s starting to squirm.

And when she does it will be back to reality; bath-time, pyjamas, dinner and bed, but I feel blessed to have shared this special time with my baby.