Day 31 - The Night

I am 1 month and 12 hours old

Mummy and daddy get to spend the night in a flat on the ward tonight. To get used to me. And so I get used to them.

To call it a flat is being kind. It serves it's purpose though and is nice and comfy and has room for my cot.

I sleep until 2:00am. It's a good sound sleep although I do make funny noises all night.

I quack like a duck.
I cluck like a chicken.
I gurgle like somebody is strangling me.
I whimper like a baby.

My mummy is very nervous. She doesn't sleep. My little noises keep her awake all night.

Mummy feeds me at 2:00am. I sleep again. Making my little noises.

Gurgle. Quack. Cluck Cluck. Quack.

My daddy sleeps for 6 hours. He is not nervous. He hears nothing. But that's because he has earplugs in. The next morning the nurses think this is really funny and not entering into the spirit of the occasion.

I have been a good boy and very quiet.

Daddy thinks this will continue when I get home.

Silly Silly Daddy !