A calm – temporary? false? who knows — has descended upon the house today. Cleo came out this morning and for the first time did not prowl every inch looking for alternative baby nests. She behaved like herself, sitting in her favourite places, generally doing her Cleo thing. For an hour. Meanwhile babies slept whitely and silently, now looking nearly fluffy (!) upstairs. Bless.

She’s been up there ever since, for six hours. OH just went to check on the family, and came out saying it must be the endorphins. She’s lying there looking like her whole flipping life finally makes sense, pedaling her paws and purring…

And we all went to bed earlier last night. More sleep. Finally I had a decent night. E’s number not good – 12 mmols — at 2am, and this after forcing more insulin (eg doing more than the pump wanted us to do) when he was mid-way through a 5 hour dual wave for pasta (about 10 mmols tops expected in the middle of dealing with pasta – he was 15 mmols, so we forced 1 unit of insulin in the hopes of getting him to 10 mmols. No such luck.).

So either he’s decided to do a little growing again (randomly, for who knows how long) or the pasta went in weirdly, or or or or or… Meh. Who knows anything.

But we’re feeling quiet about it. We’ll try again tonight. Peace and love man.

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