One Mum’s Experience
September 26, 2015
Slowly, I backed out of the room and closed the door as gently as I could. I didn't realise I'd been holding my breath until I'd crept half way down the stairs on tip toes and once I was back in the lounge I let it out, thankful that he was still asleep then just as I collapsed into an exhausted heap on the sofa, I heard the all too familiar sound of crying that made my heart drop and tears of frustration and tiredness fill my eyes and threaten to fall... he was awake again.
