How hopeless. This was supposed to take the place of a handwritten daily diary, instead of which it’s becoming as much of a chore as doing the laundry or paying the bills. And the more time passes, the more there is to record, and the longer it’ll take, and the faster I just get paralysed.
So while also updating my son’s blog, and downloading photos from the camera of his belated (yes, 3 mths’ late) Carol concert this afternoon, and checking emails, I’m treating myself back with my own blog, just to note for the record that:
- I really need to change theme as the thing looks so dour it doesn’t really make attending to it terribly creatively inspiring. [NB this has been addressed with the gorgeous Matala theme]
- I’m now 3.5 weeks into the post-partum life, and tomorrow is my first day looking after both boys without any help whatsoever. Accordingly I started today to try to instill some kind of routine (instead of non-stop feeding from 6am to 2pm, which wasn’t doing my humour or my bosoms any good), and with the diligent repeated shoving-in of a dummy, seem to be getting somewhere.
- I had 24 hours from hell last week with a false alarm on the baby’s temperature resulting in me having to spend the night on the paediatric ward at the local hospital, at one (very low) point, me dripping in tears (I just wanted to go home (as I wailed at a nurse)) and milk (it was literally spurting out all over the place from my glass-boulder-like bosoms), while holding my baby on my lap with his nappy off as I tried (in vain) to catch some urine for a sample in a plastic pot. In the end I only got that an hour later when I decided to change him and he decided to do a wee vertically, which fell over his face. I got one drop.
- Otherwise things have been going nottoobadly; the baby is a v sweet little chap; his sleeping, after the first few nights, is pretty good – at least better than DS1’s was. I like that opportunity to check Facebook or play Sudoku at 3am anyway. Only trying to update my blog on my iPhone using just my thumb to key an entry in is asking a bit too much, which is a shame as that’d be the ideal time.
I’m now past my self-allotted 10 minutes so back to finish the other jobs. I’m boring myself. I think I can safely say that I’m not quite at the stage where this blog is going to signal my rise to fame and fortune (Julie and Julia style). But that’s OK as it’s Not the Point. And anyway I desperately need to go to bed.
Over and out.
So we had an amazing night last night with ds2 only waking up once at 3.30. this might have been due to me having some wine, or the shock of an evening bath, or just flipping into a normal routine. am not confident it’ll be repeated sadly.
BF Is sleeping next door as he hardly slept last night due to work an life worries, so we’ve both been in monks today. compounded by my hormones so I’ve been in tears at everything.
not sure if it would be best yet to wake up ds2 for another feed or not, but he’s sleeping so well I think I will try to too, and just cope with the night as it comes.
ps a girl from antenatal gave birth yest on her kitchen floor. there but for the grace of god…
ds2s routine seems to be pretty non stop feeding from 8pm to 1 am and then 5 hrs sleep – at least it was last night. not really sure how realistic that was bit no doubt will see. midwife came today just as I was about to have some sleep; she’s happy with everything. ds#1 has been ok today rho a bit stroppy this afternoon; i’m sure in part to his new brother, though generally he’s been v sweet. bf out this pm to photo moon. time to try sleep now. x
After an hour or so eating pineapple and bouncing on the gym ball things are suddenly getting a bit speedy – as soon as I stood up they’ve beem coming every 3 mins or so. BF has gone out to get a Thai takeaway; we need to eat something, but just hoping everything holds on until he’s back and we’ve eaten and then can go to the B. Centre.
Crikey bobs. Am trying not to think of what’s to come; it was much better the first time when it was all theoretical – this time I know it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better…
PS from a gyn perspective there was a bit of bloody mucus just now, but I think that’s the bizarrely named ‘show’ rather than anything drastic.
Oh hurry up BF!!!
a v tranquil way to spend the afternoon having contractions (now 8 mins apart, pretty regularly) down by the Thames. the toddler’s been picked up by Oldest Friend and is with her for the night, so all’s right with the world…
so now back home to try to get things going; occasional contractions but nothing v regular. sadly the curry house is closed but reopens again at 5.30. still feel like a leaky tap and when the midwife at the hosp was pressing my tummy to check the baby, at every prod water spurted out. I am a sponge.
… like the first morning …. not, as they didn’t break until right at the end last time.
the birth centre has said that if the baby isn’t born within 18 hours I’ll need to be at the hospital instead. which is where we’re en route to anyway as the midwife wants the colour of my waters to be checked out. so we’re now sitting on traffic wondering of my occasional aches are going to become meaningful contractions. and I’m leaking waters like I don’t know what. didn’t factor this in…