02:59

The exact time which Sunday woke for 3 out of 5 nights last week. Strange huh?

She's a much better sleeper than she once was, but still not nearly as good as her sister was at her age, and continues to be.
Sunday and Friday go to bed at the same time 7/7.30pm. Sunday has 150ml formula, this on top of often eating an enormous supper.

But regardless of how big the supper or how busy the day she will, without fail, wake between 11-12pm for a second bottle. Another 200ml down the hatch and she's back to sleep until ...

02.59. I jump awake to an outraged yell in her too-deep-for-a-baba-baba-voice: 'MAMAA!' And then there's no peace to be had until I drag myself out of my warm and very cosy marital bed and climb into bed with her.
Most times we then peacefully (if a little cramped) sleep til morning.

I marvel at the mysteries of her body clock.
I worry about indulging a 'bad' habit by sleeping with her.
I love having her warm and snuffly sleeping alongside me.
I miss cuddling up to my husband.

But one (or two) things I know for sure - we're all getting enough sleep this way and this too shall pass.
For now I'm okay with that.