It’s 4.30am. The aircon is whirring, the fan is swiveling. We are all enveloped in darkness, save for the bright intrusive light emitting from my phone.
The bubs is wrapped snugly in his swaddle and sleeping soundly between the boy and I. His exhausted father is snoring ever so softly and Moon is passed out cold in her bed at the foot of ours.
My little family, together in one breathing space.