It's 1.30am, the night is still young!
She is the waker and screamer. She has a super scream, so I tend to work until she wakes then belt upstairs to feed her at lightening speed, before she wakes her dad and twin who share the same room as her as well as the rest of the household!
As I lay there with her snuggled into me, I was filled with an overwhelming sense of fulfilment. Despite the tiredness (I know I have winged about this a lot recently) I still love feeding my babies in the middle of the night, when all is still and quiet and I can take deep breaths of their still sweet baby smell and try to hold onto this forever.
I felt I absolute must be the very luckiest person alive, to be fortunate to be able to have done this so many times, and again, in my late forties when most people are waving goodbye to their youngest, I am still holding mine in my arms.
I would not have it any other way.
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