There’s an old tradition in Ireland, the wake bed, a family bed where the dead are waked. Well, the family bed takes on a whole new meaning when you have children: the awake bed!
When your new baby arrives home from the hospital all your plans to not spoil him go out the window. He is a tiny little soul and you are his slave. He squeaks, you run. You are completely in his control!
You planned to feed him, bathe him, dress him, play with him, show him off and at the end of the day, put him to sleep in his lovely new crib!
Real life isn’t like that…
You’ve fed him, bathed him, dressed him, played with him, showed him off and, sleeping soundly in your arms, you’ve tenderly placed him in his lovely new crib. His eyes open, he glares at you, opens his mouth wide and screams loud enough to awaken the dead!
How dare you abandon him like that?
At the end of a tiring day you dolefully give in to his battle cry; you lift him and he stops… you are in his grip!
As days and nights merge into one he habitually sandwiches himself between mummy and daddy!
Number two arrives and it becomes a priority to...