Oh the drama

Had not one but two crying fits last night, complete with all the ear-and-scalp-scratcings and body-archings. The first time, Mum gave me Dentinox and I slept like a log after that. The second time, Mum got fed-up with me and gave me a smack on the hump. That shocked me into silence. Not that it was painful, mind you, my butts are well-padded with Mamy Poko disposable diapers and Mum would never hurt me but I wasn't expecting it. Needless to say, I stopped crying and went to sleep ( like a log ). But I think I made Mum feel guilty for smacking me because I woke up this morning with lots and lots of cuddles and hugs and kisses. Not that she doesn't usually does that, Mum is the kissykissy and huggyhuggy type, but there were plenty more of them this morning. Niiiice.

Must make an effort to sleep through the night. Poor Mum.

But then I heard her telling Abah that 'bad' nights with me are still so much better than 'good' nights when she was doing calls at the hospital years ago.

Oh well. In that case ...