I must look so ungrateful with such a short response to these amazing posts. Please know it's down to fractious baby and lack of time and nothing else. I cannot be told often enough that it will get better, I will get better, that the love will come - so thank you for keeping on saying it. I got three hours sleep last night, the usual pattern now is baby does not settle after feed around 2 or 3am. I could have wept at 6am when I put him back down after holding and rocking to sleep, and I made the mistake of crawling into bed, yearning even for half an hour's sleep, and he started to cry again. The difference between now and five weeks ago? I didn't yell SHUT UP even though it was on the tip of my tongue, and my hands weren't shaking, although there wasn't much affection there when I briskly swaddled him for the hundredth time.
Off to paediatrician next week - will ask about silent reflux, although he actually pukes a lot - I keep being told all babies vomit, but to this extent? I'm trying not to imagine there is a magic cure around the corner but thinking there might be a happy baby (and therefore a happier mother) around the corner is sorely tempting.
Will chase the tresillian residential stay booking next week. I know I'm booked as the psych unit at the hospital who are calling me nightly told me - they know more than I do - but, crucially, they didn't have a date for me. You are right: I will push for earlier admission if they're still talking weeks away.
The psych unit's 'are you ok' call came at just the right moment as the dishwasher had just flooded all over the floor, the baby was crying, the bottles still weren't washed or sterilised, the dogs were trailing me in the hope of a walk, and nothing was ready for dinner. It really isn't taking much at all at the moment to tip me back into feeling utterly overwhelmed and yearning wholeheartedly for my old life back. Anyway, the lovely woman on the other end of the phone talked sense into me for twenty minutes or so and I was able to take a few deep breaths and calm myself down.
Well I am sitting here typing in order to avoid going to bed in case he starts to cry the minute my head hits the pillow. I also feel this is practically the only time I get to do something for me at the moment, and I resent having to cut it short. But I guess I should.
Please keep posting. It's a massive source of support to me. And so many wise words have helped guide me through so far, ask for the right help at the right time, and take the next steps. Thank you.