If you are a parent, you will know how insanely difficult it is to be separated from your newborn baby — especially for the first time.
When my first daughter, Eve, was eight weeks old, she had a sleepover at her Ouma’s. I hadn’t been sleeping very well, and it was suggested that a night off from the feeding, pumping and nappy changes might be beneficial to my state of mind. I would have a bath, a wine, a chat to my husband about something other than babies; we would play music really loud, and catch up on some uninterrupted sleep. It would be something different to the usual routine — feeding baby until she went to sleep, watching the little cherub sleeping (breathing!) in her cot, waiting for her to wake up for the next feed or settle.
It didn’t turn out as planned.
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