Day 32 - My first night

I am 1 month and 1 day old

And I hate my new house !

I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!

I can't sleep. I thrash and turn and cry and turn and cry.

Mummy and daddy are panicky. I am still awake at 4:00am. So they are still awake at 4:00am. What are we doing wrong they think. They are so tired. So tired. What are we doing wrong?

Nothing I say. But I hate my new house. My cot in hospital was clear and plastic and the rooom was always light and there was hustle and bustle and noise.

My new room is quiet and dark and my basket is strange and new. And it smells different.

Daddy picks me up and puts me on his chest. I sleep. He can't sleep. What if I roll over he thinks. We'll have a Jamie pancake he thinks. Poor daddy. He can't sleep. And neither can mummy.

Daddy puts me back in my basket. I'm not a puppy daddy. You should call it a 'Moses Basket'.

I howl. I hate it!

Daddy picks me up and puts me on his chest. I sleep.

Daddy puts me back in my basket. I howl!

Daddy picks me up and puts me on his chest. I sleep.

Daddy puts me back in my basket. I howl!

Oh dear. This could go on all night ! And it does.