Amanda Pov

So Sammy and I were up for the day, Danny was at work so it was just us for the day, (wow I sound like such a bloody mother), (though I was a mother, not that I feel better about that fact, but hey presto that's that's just how it is, ya know), and it was just peaceful, (which was weird as I had an awake Baby in my arms here, but I wasn't gonna question it here).

"Hey Baby, let's go get some breakfast, eh"

It was still early enough in the morning for us to have our breakfast, but it was not so early that it was like stupid o'clock in the morning when we had it, (though I have done that as an insomniac, ya know, was not fun though, let me tell ya), so we had some breakfast, (well, I fed Sammy some breakfast and I had mine with her, as you do).

Anyway, we had breakfast, Sammy was crawling all over the place, (as babies tend to do), she was just so fascinated by absolutely everything and if I wasn't so worried about her getting into something that she's not supposed to be in then it would have been so adorable, ya know, (that whole thing does actually lead to something, I'm not just rambling about how cute my baby actually was, I promise, though I could do that all day).

Anyway after breakfast, well I guess life just happened, (wow Clara, so that was soo descriptive, anyway, I'll continue), like I just did some household stuff, (as ya do), Sammy did what babies do best, which was getting into things that she wasn't supposed to get into, (though sleep does come a close second to this, I'm not gonna lie here).

I was sorting out some washing, (yeah, real mumsy of me here, I know that, but sue me, I am a Mum), and Sammy was getting really close to the iron, (which wasn't on but my Mum instincts were still fucking screaming at me as soon as I saw Sammy go towards it as I didn't know that it was off here), so I picked Sammy up in a way that I thought wouldn't freak her out here, (I'm not sure that it worked though, as she did freak out).

"Hey Baby"

My heart was beating 100mph in my throat and it felt like I could still have puke my guts up, (which wouldn't be great because of the phobia I have, but I actually wasn't thinking about that as much as I would have done normally, not that I felt good about it though), I was glad that it turned out that I had actually forgotten to turn on the bloody iron to iron the clothes, but that didn't stop me panicking though, (I guess that is just being a Mum though, ain't it?).

Despite all of my efforts to make it seem like I was calm, (even though we all know for a fact that I was far from being bloody calm), Sammy still sensed that something was wrong, (as babies can actually sense if their parents are stressed or upset, I don't know why that is, as I'm not an expert here, but it's definitely true).

"Shh, it's ok, you're ok, you're ok Baby"

If I felt bad for worrying Danny, (which I do, even though he says that it's a part of being married and shit), well I felt 10x fucking worse for freaking Sammy out, (I know that I couldn't have done anything else here, as I didn't know that the iron wasn't on, but I still felt awful about it), God the guilt even now makes me feel awful about it and she doesn't even remember it now.

Sammy had eventually calmed down and fell asleep, (I don't know how this works, I just know that it happened), and I just held her in my arms for a while, as it made me feel better about the whole thing, (because of the scare, ya know), which I know sounds nuts, (I know that it would've sounded nuts to me before I had Sammy), but I couldn't shake off the whole thing, (I suspect that it was because of the whole Mum thing but don't quote me on it as I'm not an expert here, ok).

I know that nothing really happened here, as the iron wasn't even on here, (yeah I had been feeling a bit scatty since Sammy was born, but I couldn't tell ya why), but I could not for the life of me shake this feeling of worry, even though I know that Sammy wasn't hurt, (she did freak out a bit when I freaked out, but she wasn't physically hurt here).