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Bath, Book and Bed with the Book Trust and the Supernanny - Meet the Wildes
Ah, sleep. What mother isn’t obsessed with sleep? I remember the first night that the twins were born, where they cried whenever they were put down in the cot and so I snuggled them together on a pillow in the bed and just spent all night staring at them, barely lucid, with my head next to their tiny bodies. Eventually they slept but I don’t think that I managed to sleep much at all because I was so overawed by the extreme weight of responsibility of these two tiny people who had been whipped out of my body and handed to me. When they were small they were very good sleepers so long as they were tucked up with us – or, preferably, on us. The sling was a lifesaver and so was Grey’s Anatomy, which we watched obsessively with the babies asleep up on our chests. In a way…