I am soooo tired, both mentally and physically.
I knew it was going to be hard, but didn’t realise how hard. It’s feed, change, settle and repeat every few hours. Sometimes it’s non-stop, especially as Abby is beginning to want more milk and seems to be awake more often too.
It doesn’t help that the husband is back at work so this week I’ve been on my own during the day and sometimes I don’t even get to take a shower. Even my Internets time has been reduced – nooo!
Bed time for me is around 8 o’clock. Daddy takes over till midnight so I can get a block of uninterrupted sleep. Getting up in the middle of the night is still something I’m getting used to. I love my sleep and nothing’s worse than being abruptly woken up from a yummy sleep and having to drag yourself out of bed.
I am now a walking milking machine. Abby is fussy with breast feeding so I express and give it to her in a bottle when she won’t have it any other way. Works for me because I still have caesarian pains so not having to hold her is a bit of a relief. She also feeds for longer from a bottle so that means a longer sleep and more rest for mummy. Unfortunately she feeds more than I have time to express so we have to resort to formula as well. What a little piggy.
I’m looking forward to feeling normal again, but that won’t be until she’s about six weeks I’m told. I hope the caesarian woes disappear soon too. Apart from the pain, my guts seem to have a mind of their own and I’ve never burped so much in my life.
At least daddy’s officially on holiday after tomorrow for four weeks. Should be good to have support during the day again – yay!