"And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring... And if that diamond ring is brass, Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass... And if that looking glass gets broke Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat..." I quietly hum to Sandro as he falls asleep wrapped up in my arms for the third time today.
Four months ago, I delivered my sleeping prince. I welcomed him three weeks early as a result of me falling down five flights of stairs. I was rushing back to my room before Ace got out of the shower and realised I had snuck out.
The labour pains were intense. It was gut-wrenchingly out of this world but I refused to allow the midwife to give me any pain relief. I wanted to remember the birthing experience in raw detail, to remind myself to appreciate my body more than
