Firstly, I know this could be worse, it's been shit for everyone and I need to get over myself. I'm just letting off a bit of steam.
Our first baby arrived three days into lockdown. This has been a bit shit in various ways. My parents couldn't meet their only grandchild for three months. I have never been so lonely and overwhelmed. DS is going to have to start nursery without proper settling in - we just have to leave him at a door with strangers for gradually longer periods of time. This is all monumentally shit, but now my friends are having babies and I'm having an attack of the jealousies.
One of my friends is breastfeeding. This is great, but I really, really wanted to breastfeed for the first six months and when I struggled to get DS to latch the community midwife (who were only doing first and fifth day visits) told me to hold him in front of me and declared it looked fine from the other side of the room. They couldn't come closer than 2m unless I had a problem with stitches. My friend has an NHS lactation consultant visit her house! I got a leaflet which I binned as we collected so many of the red crosses on the not going well section I couldn't bear looking at it. DS lost too much weight so I was told to express or supplement with formula on day five - there were no breast pumps to be had at the end of March so formula and breast rejection ended that. His six week check was only half completed to minimise contact. He hasn't been weighed since he was eight days old. I have a phone number instead of a health visitor.
I realise this isn't really important either, but friends have complained about what to do with all the cards and clothes they've been gifted. The shops were shut and people were preoccupied, it's fine, but we got hardly anything. By the time I could show DS off, friends has newborns for people to coo over and it feels like nobody cared he arrived.
I'm just feeling a bit pants today. I know it's not important and I'll pick myself up tomorrow.