Lyla settled easily after last night’s festivities and a change of rooms after Dad left for a visa run to Singapore.
But she began the day of silence with a lengthy crying session from about 6am. One of the staff ended up knocking on our door to see whether she could help me…
In the evening it was strictly lights out from sunset — no laptop as it cast too much light and my little bedside lamp had to be covered with foil so it was not even possible to read by it. I feared a big pooey nappy at 3am, even though they only come once a week or so these days. It came at 530am! We were cheerful enough to wait 30 minutes for sunrise and a return to a clean bottom and normal life. I figured a photo was unnecessary.