Mum’s The Word - April 1, 2014

William Mellor, content as can be at his 'sleepover' at his grandparents' house
William Mellor, content as can be at his 'sleepover' at his grandparents' house
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A child’s first sleepover is always going to be a pretty big deal.

A child’s first sleepover is always going to be a pretty big deal.

I’m not talking a midnight feast with friends and enough chocolate to last a whole month kind of one.

I mean the first time a baby sleeps at his grandparents’ house.

William was six weeks old when my parents offered to have him overnight.

They didn’t have to ask twice.

It’s not that we wanted to ditch him to go out on an all night bender until 4am (I haven’t been able to do that since I was 21).

But the idea of a solid eight hours sleep sounded like 
bliss.

From the sight of his overnight bag, it looked like the little chap was being packed off to boarding school for a year. Vests, sleep suits, bottles, formula, bibs, spare vests and spare sleep suits, plus extra vests and sleep suits in case the spare ones become the target of an explosive episode down below.

I’d heard horror stories of mums crying the first time they left their little one with a relative.

So driving away, I felt guilty for not having tears streaming down my face.

Yes, I missed seeing his cheeky little face and I couldn’t wait for our next cuddle – but I knew he was in safe hands.

I mean if the hubby and I turned out OK (apart from me being dropped on my head aged two months by my uncle – who is reminded of the unfortunate ‘concrete stairs’ incident every time we see him), then who better to care for him than either of his grandparents?

Besides, sleepovers are a great chance for some grandparent bonding.

My brother and I loved staying at our grandma’s house – she’d feed us jelly and ice cream, let us win all the best streets on Monopoly and put hot water bottles at the foot of our beds.

So while the hubby and I went out for a quick pub tea and were in bed by 9.30pm (how rock and roll!) William had his grandparents’ undivided attention.

I restricted myself to sending just a few texts to check how he was – and got a “don’t worry” response with a photo of a very smiley little chap.

But I have to admit, I did ring up first thing the next morning... only to book another babysitting date!