I used to always wonder why so many baby clothes have miniature pockets.
What do you keep in them?
I know they are not for your secrets- you keep those in your cheeks- says one of my favourite fellow mammas.
So until now, yours have been empty, except for a few cake crumbs, fallen from my mouth not yours, while I eat over your sleeping head.
Then last night, listening to your breathing still heavy with cold, I had a stroke of inspiration and tucked a tissue soaked with Olbas oil into one of those tiny pockets. All of us breathing easier.