Cryfest...

Last night was one of the worst nights ever for me as a mother. Carly cried {almost} all night. If she wasn't crying it was because I was rocking her or walking with her all around the house. I even got desperate for a moment of silence and took her outside. The night was calm and quiet, something that was not to be found inside my house. She was very cranky again this morning until I fed her some blackberries. She is now coming up to me and holding her hand out, saying "Mummum" for them. It has preoccupied her cries and so at this moment I am grateful for blackberries:)