I'm six days postpartum with my beautiful, gorgeous boy who arrived very late after induction, episiotomy and forceps assisted delivery !
I'm currently finding it both amazingly fun and amazingly difficult unequal measure!
I know it is still very early days and that the baby blues normally kick in around this time. I've been very keen to recognise them early and deal as I have a history of depression and am scared of developing PND.
Yesterday was tough, very tough. I'm BF and yesterday morning DS stopped latching although he was screaming/rooting and trying to suckle. I found this frustrating and for the first time had a good old sob. We also had our 5 day checks yesterday, cue more sobbing through the heel prick etc...
My little man has been feeding really well and my milk came in very early (second day). When the midwife weighed him she explained about up to 10% loss of birth weight etc, turns out fatty here has actually gained weight. I was initially really happy with this. He is pooing/weeing nicely. So far his only real issue is that he doesn't like to sleep in his crib at night which has meant sleep is (as expected) difficult.
Obviously with it being Xmas yesterday we went to my in-laws for dinner. Whilst we were there I just felt like every aspect of parenting was wrong. My PIL are lovely and most if it was just said in passing conversation and certainly wasn't meant to be malicious but I found myself questioning the little amount of confidence I was feeling particularly re. his feeding. I was told he has thrush of his bum (I don't think he does, he's just a little red on the bum) and that's probably from feeding him too much. I was told that he SHOULDN'T have gained, and now feel guilty that he has. Obviously everyone had cuddles and between them we put him down in the Moses basket, someone made a comment about leaving him to sleep EVERY time I went near him, he would be rooting/sucking his fists, I felt I was only ok hold him to feed him. We were there from 1-7:30 and I only fed him twice during that time and I hadn't fed him before we left our house due to rushing around, both of my breasts were engorged and painful at the end of the day and I had to express twice as he was still fussing around the right breast. MIL is a community ped nurse so I felt like I couldn't say anything.
I'm literally covered in an itchy rash I've had all through my 3rd trimester and its really uncomfortable, combined with painful stitches, huuuge piles and the need to take regular stool softeners (making me rather gassy!) I feel really delicate physically. At the end of Xmas day we were told that more of DPs family were round on boxing day and it was taken that we would be going round again today which I really can't face. DP text to say we wouldnt be going because we had another long night and got a text back saying, 'oh please just come over for a bit'. I now feel really guilty.
How did everyone get through this time, let unwanted advice pass over them and feel generally better?
Should I be concerned that my baby had gained weight rather than lost? The midwife didn't seem concerned. Am I doing the wrong thing in feeding him when he is rooting? (Approx every two hours but sometimes less, he does seem to be feeding little and often) Last night patterns on the wallpaper started moving. I feel like I'm losing it and need to know how best to deal.
Sorry for the ramble. My head is all over the place and I feel crazy, sad and confused.