This one goes out to all the mothers lying in bed with their babies right now. I was you. In bed by 7pm, curled up with my baby who needed me next to him. How I longed to be able to just leave him in bed for a couple of hours to watch some telly downstairs. To have my body to myself for an hour or two.

This is me today. Doing just that while my son sleeps soundly in bed for the first part of his night. Later I will join him. But not before I have watched a couple of episodes of Bridgerton. A different tone to the previous nights love affair with Netflix’s The Beast In Me. What can I say? I have eclectic taste.

All this to say - it ends. Not because you forced separation or taught them to be alone or hired some “expert” to show you how to ignore your baby’s cries. It ends because they grow. It ends because one day - without you doing a single thing differently - they won’t need you quite so much in quite the same way.

And when that time comes you might miss it a little bit.

But you’ll also really, really enjoy Bridgerton.

Now let’s see if this season will have me in the same chokehold that Anthony Bridgerton did before I became a mother 🥵