I still don’t know how I did it but
as I made a tiptoed retreat from the side of Meredith’s cot, I managed to catch
my elbow on the headboard. Crash: Meredith awake and crying.
As far as following parenting
advice goes, we have followed some zealously, ignored some and with the rest
wondered what species of baby they were raising. In terms of sleep, we have
probably done almost all of the things that are warned against for fear of
getting your baby into bad habits: cuddling, feeding, rocking, bringing them
into bed, walking them…
Meredith’s eyes were open as she
was passed to me at birth. She has remained wakeful and alert since. Getting
her to sleep during the day has been a recurrent challenge of the past six
months. And while neither fireworks, dogs barking, rubbish lorries, nor
children playing seem to wake her, put your cutlery too loudly into the drawer and
her eyes snap open upstairs. After watching her eyes droop millimetre by
millimetre it’s frustrating to be sent straight back to the beginning to start
the process again.
Having finished the final
corrections on Wild Rose, I have persuaded
myself to read through the manuscript one last time. I want to pick up any more
errors I can spot, see that some additions I made make sense and just check one
last time that it’s in a good state to publish. Going back to the beginning
again is hard work. It means another long stretch of scrutiny for the
manuscript. If I still read with my finger on the page, it would be worn thin
by now. I am also impatient to get the EBook conversion process started and the
novel onto the virtual shelves.
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