When D was a newborn baby, he would take hours to feed at night. My husband would fill a thermos before he went to bed and leave it on a table in our room, so I could drink a cup of tea while I held sleeping D for half an hour before putting him in the cot. Oh, those days when we were scared of cosleeping! I found the thermos yesterday, clearing out and rearranging a cupboard – it probably hasn’t been used since those 3am tea sessions. It was dusty and weirdly sticky, hidden at the back of a cupboard where it’s not needed.