It's 9pm, I'm starring at a small B/W monitor and biting my nails.
Every small squeak, cracking or neighbour slamming doors make my heart jumps.
If there's a phobia for being scare of waking up a baby, I'm surely would be diagnose that.
Afterall, the rest of the night, which means my sleep and well being of the following day depends on this critical window between 9 and 10 pm when we waits for the little one to fall into deep sleep.
I'm really looking forward to moving to our new house where the closest neighbour lives 30-40 m and not 2 m away with a thin door in between from where the little alarm clock sleeps.
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