It was past midnight.
I was nursing Bud his last feed for the night when Wei, who was already in la-la land, moved his hand; his 5 fingers were in unison going up and down, like he was patting someone.
It brought a smile to my face.
More often than not, in the wee hours of the morning, Bud would stir for attention.
I take him in my arms and feed him. He cries some more and I wonder why he's not comforted.
I open my eyes and realise he's still in his cot and that I had dreamt of waking up to nurse him. This delusion has happened several times now.
These stories have got to belong to first-time parents.