Sun Mote Copse sleep apnea

Niamh smiled gleefully as her daughter (who could still not hear anything she was saying) stretched one of her short little legs out. "Exactly, just like that. You're allowed to be cute and chic for now, while you're a baby." She said. "Ma'll teach you how to strut your stuff when you get older," She said. Presently, all her child could do was wriggle around, and she moved in the space between her mother's front legs with a sort of army crawl until she bumped into Niamh's ankle. She tilted her head back, paused for a second- and then unleashed a frenzy of sneezes loud and sudden enough to make Niamh nearly JUMP OUT OF HER SKIN. 

She settled herself back down, realizing that her daughter's sneeze had made her fur stand on end. Fortunately, her two other children had been nestled together just far enough from Niamh's side that they weren't torn away mid-nursing or flipped or knocked away with her sudden jolt. "Jeepers creepers, kid," She said, sliding back to the ground, and pulling Quetzal toward herslf as she laughed. She still had no way to tell the girls apart, so she generally avoided using their names for the time being. Until they could hear her, she didn't feel it was terribly necessary that she differentiate between them. "You scared the bajeezus out of me there. Try that on your father when he comes home- I wanna see the look on his face," She goaded with a laugh.