If I can stick to my resolution - and I am frequently doubtful - tonight will be the last time I feed my possum. Tomorrow I'm heading off to Sydney, alone, to do some more interviews for my studies. I'm not so worried about leaving her, as I'm sure she'll be just fine having less than 48 hours with Dada, but am sad about the end of our special time, after 16 months. Truth is, Zoe is keener to feed at night [usually twice] than before going to bed, so the hardest thing will be finding other means to lull her back to sleep at 2am. We introduced a cup of warm milk through a straw a couple of nights ago, which she is happy to have, mostly because of the straw novelty, but won't be offering anything else later than this. So wish us luck. At least I get a chance to sleep through for two nights in a row!
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