Currently breastfeeding DC3 (have three under three), didn’t breastfeed DC1 or 2 due to a whole host of problems, so I’m very proud that we’ve just entered the third month of successful breastfeeding. But, I’m really starting to struggle with never having any time to myself.
My days are full on, as you can imagine with 3DC’s under 3; I’m constantly wrangling two toddlers whilst simultaneously breastfeeding and juggling all the housework/lunches/dinners etc.
On a Friday evening, DH goes up in to the loft which he’s converted in to a ‘man cave’ (I hate that term, but no other way to describe it!) from just after we’ve got the eldest two DC’s in bed - usually 7ish - until around 10:30/11pm. So that’s ‘his time’ to chill out and relax and wind down with no DC’s around. But last weekend, he also went up there on the Sunday evening too, and he’s doing the same again tonight after having already been up there on Friday. While I don’t have a massive issue with him going up there (though his company would be nice), I am quietly seething that I can’t do that. Dc3 will not take a bottle of expressed milk and will only settle with me, so I can’t just fuck off to a different part of the house and enjoy some personal time entirely to myself, as every damn evening, I’m stuck cluster feeding or being ‘on call’ for when the baby does wake up for a feed (he doesn’t sleep for very long stretches). Literally, the only time I ever get to myself, is when I eventually manage to grab a 5 minute shower, and even then, either dh or DC1 will be popping in and out the bathroom to use the toilet/talk to me about something mundane.
I’m frustrated that I’m stuck on the sofa, feeding, no one to talk to whilst DH is free to do his own thing. I don’t want to give up breastfeeding, but just wondering if I’m BU to feel like this shit is fucking hard, and relentless. And to wonder if I’m ever going to get the opportunity to sit by myself for a few hours!?!