Having a baby can be a bit like falling in love; it can be quite unlike it, too. But that is a post for another time.
When Bean was a baby I spent a lot of time pacing and singing. She (and, okay, I) favoured female singer-songwriters in the wee hours, and I sang a lot of love songs to her.
One of our favourites was Kate Miller Heidke’s Space They Cannot Touch.
I wake up in the darkest night
Watch you breathe in shadow light
A perfect world lies next to me
And I don’t need to sleep to dream
I just hope I am good enough to keep you
I suppose our children don’t know that we’re still carrying their phantom sleeping selves against our breasts long after they have grown far too heavy.