When two worlds collide

I can really pick my days. Grandma came to stay for five nights and help mum with all sorts of things around the house. I was on my best behaviour. She left today. So did my best behaviour.

I was a little grizzly last night but shifted up a gear around 1am. I've got a few new cries in my repertoire and I tested them all out. My special, only to be brought out in extreme cases, cry - known around Long Lived Rock HQ as 'The Laaaa" was working overtime. I squirmed and kicked and wailed. And wailed.

I wouldn't feed properly, and I wasn't having a bar of anything mum would do to help. By 4 o'clock dad was on the scene, he tried to get some sleep because he goes to work, but I didn't care, I needed all the cavalry on this one. Grandma arrived at 5. They all got me sorted for about half an hour, but I had something distressing me, and of course only being a two week old don't have the skills to explain what it was.

Dad went to work, Grandma went home, and I went to town. No sleep until after lunch, and then I decided to have power feeds. Mum read somewhere that babies my age will have a few growth spurts. I had mine the day after a huge night. So poor old mum had next to no sleep last night, and now had me feeding for an hour, sleeping for half an hour, and then demanding another feed.

I finally went down just before dad got home. Tomorrow I might wake up huge!