Monday, 2 September 2013: Twenty Two Weeks Old.
Talk about things going bump in the night!
Last night Hubby and I found that fear has a whole new dimension when a baby is involved.
It was around 1am and I had stirred to a noise coming from the baby monitor. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to disturb me.
I was sleeping lightly because we’d opted to leave Ayla’s door open to keep her room cool overnight.
I knew Cat Cat would take full advantage of the open doors and curl up on top of the wardrobe (fortunately for us 33 degrees and 80% humidity means Ayla’s safe from possible cat suffocation), and I was worried about things getting knocked off the dresser.
Anyway, I went back to sleep after seeing Ayla was safely in her cot, completely undisturbed by whatever noise it was.
But, I must’ve only been asleep for a minute or two when an almighty crash sounded from down the hall and echoed in the baby monitor.
Hubby sat straight up in bed and grabbed my arm, but all I could muster were the words “Ayla’s room. Go.”
He was out the door as quick as a flash, but not before my mind filled with thoughts of our baby daughter being crushed by a wardrobe, or injured in a freak cot collapse.
I have never felt fear like that, and on talking to Hubby today he felt the same.
It wasn’t a fear like when a spider runs across your windscreen or when a mate hides in the shadows to scare you, it was a fear like my very heart was being wrenched out, dragging my soul behind it.
Fortunately nothing had collapsed or crashed. Cat Cat had simply made a less than graceful dismount from her place atop the wardrobe and a box of new sheets ended up as collateral damage on the floor.
But nonetheless it was a shocking wake up… Literally!
Before Ayla people would tell me you’ll never sleep soundly again… They were right!