Daddy bedtime
Daddy put her to bed for the first time in 9 months tonight. Not because he hasn't wanted to before, but I haven't let him. Tonight, I had no choice. My mum is seriously ill in hospital and I could only see her when he was home for the baby. He got her changed, gave her a bottle of expressed milk, remembered the music, the light, did everything right. I can't fault him. I don't know why I was looking to, maybe to feel that it can't be done without me? She was asleep in under 10 minutes with him. I know he loved it, I'm sure did as well. Why do I feel guilty? I missed her bedtime, that's always been her and me. No one interfering , no distraction, just her and me together In her room. Our thing. I know it shouldn't, but it feels wrong not having been there. Soon she will be starting with a childminder as I return to work. More time to miss with her, my baby. Time passes so quickly, blink and its gone. I'm now looking the other end, at my mother...