I had my little DD2 nearly two weeks ago, by elective c section. She's beautiful and we are so, so lucky to have her.
But omg, I had forgotten how rough the weeks following childbirth can be.
Following a night of very little sleep (as the baby is nocturnal apparently) so far this morning i have:
- Blocked the toilet with a gigantic black poo (I'm on iron tablets and they're messing me up in that regard
) I then sobbed on DH with shame. He suggested bleach and hot water and it worked, thank god. How could I possibly look the plumber in the eye..?
- Bled through yet another pair of pyjama bottoms because post partum bleeding has made another stealth return, when I was so sure it was finished. The big pads have given me thrush and I just want it to stop
- Fallen out with DH over my refusal to wear compression stockings today because I just can't bloody take them any more
- knocked over a full cup of coffee onto the living room carpet, breaking the mug in the process
- left the lid off the steam steriliser, thus having to resterilise all the bottles. Minor but annoying.
I am sore. I am tired. I have not a single outfit to wear. My stomach is rectangular in shape. The house is a bomb site and I just know the fucking health visitor will choose today to turn up and judge.
AIBU to have taken a handful of painkillers (within the recommended dose before anyone becomes alarmed) and retired to bed for a cry?? I have left DD2 with utterly capable DH and DD1 is in nursery.