I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again (and, probably again), co-sleeping is lovely. Snuggled up in bed, warm and close to my two guys, really, it doesn’t get better than that.

Except of course when I wake up at midnight, with an overly warm little babe nestled in the crook of my arm, and vomit across my chest. Vomit, that wasn’t mine.

Yes, my friends, I do think I’ve been officially inducted into the wonderful world of mamas. The rites have commenced.