The baby, who slept through from three weeks of age.
Because she knew her Mama would implode if she didn't.
The baby, who slept through from three weeks of age, and then regressed at three years of age.
She is fearful of perishing through the long dark night.
And as I stumbled from my bedroom, still asleep, took a left at the lounge-room, tripped over the sabre-tooth tiger left discarded sometime earlier, collected myself and careered towards the kitchen, fumbled for a glass, back to the fridge, cold water dispensed and headed for the bedroom of the two youngest offspring, I managed to open my eyes long enough to distinguish which one was top bunk, which one below, as they do like to regularly exchange places.
Both were sound asleep.
Whispering "Sally, Sally, I have your drink".
Leaning closer "Sally, are you awake".
Sitting bolt upright, she responded "Ha ha Mum, tricked you".
After two sips, I retreated back to the kitchen.
"Love you Mum", as I departed.
And so you should I murmured to myself, and so you should.