Matchsticks under the eyes

By Steve Bax on Nov 19, 08 09:49 AM in Out and about

Sleep. Like so many of life's gifts you don't recognise its blessing until after it's gone. In my case it's not so much gone, as stolen away by a milk-guzzling machine with powerful lungs an a quizical look, called Lewis.

Yes, I recently became a dad again and having chosen a name based on the outcome of a Formula One race, I'm now paying my dues to fatherhood. The little man has been sleeping in the day and staying awake for hours in the night.

And needless to say I'm knackered!

Partner and I decided something had to be done to get the little blighter into a four-hourly routine, but what? I thought about putting out a general appeal to the experienced parents out there via this blog.

But last night something magical happened.... a snoozing baby. Bliss.

It's all thanks to a cosy new sleepbag which we bought on Monday. It kept Lewis nice and toasty and inclined to sleep. So now I'm thinking he must have been cold and was feeding more to keep up his body warmth.

Not that the house is particularly chilly, but there you are. This parenting is a learning process and hopefully wisdom is coming to me in dripfeed fashion.

Anyway, today I'm feeling a little more refreshed which is just as well, as a fresh newsweek is dawning.