This morning at around 2am, Shaun nudged me – I was fast asleep.

“It’s time she went back in her own bed” he said. I woke up enough to work out what he was saying, look at him (in the dark) like he was mad, and then realise simultaneously that I did actually have my arm around H in bed, who was happily asleep and resting on me.

I don’t remember H getting into bed with us. Shaun swears he didn’t get out of bed to let her in.

Fortunately she went to bed just fine again.

That brought back a weird reverse flashbacks of the near-hallucinations we’d have in her early days, thinking she was still asleep between us when she was happily tucked up in her moses basket…

but how did she get in there?!