'A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week in 2014.'
Dear Ruby,.I have always loved watching you sleep, and for the majority of the last five months, you have been an incredible sleeper. However, that has all changed in the last few weeks. We used to be able to just lie you down with some white noise when you were looking tired, and you would just drift off to dreamland. These days, getting you to sleep is a delicate dance, quite literally. If I didn't share this role with your Father, I would have biceps the size of Ayres Rock. This evening, as your Dad rocked and swayed with you in his arms, he described the process perfectly:
'It's like lighting a fire. It requires a lot of hard work and preparation. And then there's the transfer where it could all go wrong.'.
Tonight's transfer was not simple. It involved my jumping deftly onto your bed to feed you, with one hand in yours and the other on your chest for comfort , while you held your left foot aloft and your whimpering subsided. All the while, the white noise still thrumming away. Here's to us learning how to dance with you in just the way you like it.