Rolling around


Wednesday, 11 December 2013: Two Hundred and Fifty Four Days Old.

Ayla is rolling around, squirming and wriggling full on now.

It’s super cute, and its been making things easier too because now Ayla’s able to move around enough to keep herself occupied but not so much that she’s technically “mobile”.

Like this morning. I heard a tiny peep of a noise come through the monitor so I knew Ayla was awake.

But for the next 30 minutes I didn’t hear another sound.

I thought that maybe Ayla had gone back to sleep but decided to check on her anyway.

When I pushed the monitor, up came an image of Baby Ayla waving a stuffed toy in the air with a massive grin on her face.

All around Ayla lay evidence of the super fun half-an-hour she’d just had with every single one of her teddies out of place and in awkward positions around the cot.

As I watched through the infra-red, Ayla started rolling around her cot with the toy (a green and rainbow monkey from her Aunty Brooke).

Ayla rolled from her front to her back and around in a circle like a clock, wriggling, squirming and having a ball before she finally decided she’d had enough and was ready to get up for the day.


Bump in the night


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!