Oh my, it is hot. And has been all week: I’ve been sweltering at the office, my paternity leave sadly over, and Isa and Lola have been sweltering in the garden. At night, we all swelter together in the bedroom, where we sometimes also sleep.
Lola’s not slept well the last couple of nights, this cloying heat presumably not helping there, either.
It was not nice having to go back to work; there’s a nagging wrenching of the heart. Lola tends to be getting less sociable by the evening, but I get some good time with her, bathing, changing, chatting, singing. This morning, around 4am, I managed to stop her crying with a song that I then had to keep up for about an hour as I tried to give Isa a bit of a rest. There’s not a lot I can do to aid the nighttime feeds, being devoid of boobs.