I've just returned from sitting with Little Miss A for a few hours while her mummy had to go out to work. My sitting coincided with Little Miss A's lunch, which would have been fine if I hadn't overheated it because I couldn't work the microwave, meaning she had to wait a long time for it.
But she tucked in heartily in the end and then, after a cuddle to send her to sleep, I put her down in her cot. Which is where my dilemma happened.
I'd forgotten, or not thought, to ask Mummy how Little Miss A was to be laid in her cot. When my children were babies, 'they' told mothers to lie their infants on their fronts or their sides; I'm fairly sure 'they' have changed their minds now and encourage a lying-on-back position, which is what I used for Litle Miss A.
Then I spent the next half hour running up and down the stairs, to make sure she was still breathing. She was.
I wonder how I ever got any sleep or anything done when my children were babies.
Got home to discover one wet son. Wet and grumpy. Wet, grumpy and feeling poorly. Betty had broken down and he had had to walk home - in a t-shirt - in the rain. I called out the rescue men and Younger Son was even grumpier when he realised I was going to make him go back and wait in Betty to be rescued.
The joys of old cars.
P.S. Younger Son managed to get her started of her own accord in the end, but I am keeping out of his way for the rest of the evening.