I typed a good long post then my connection went down and its all gone!
The gist was that after a screaming row considered discussion on Saturday DH has been a lot more supportive. I reminded him that the last few months have been no walk in the park since he lost his job and then set up with a colleague, that looking after all the kids on my own while he's away is no fun, that I sacrificed some income and lots of my normal activities to be about to help him, we've been existing on a v small shoestring etc. That I need his support on this issue and I would like it - please.
I still don't think he's 'got it' in terms of why it's so important to me but he's saying the right things now at least.
So, dds are staying with my mum all week, my sister is bringing them home on Sunday. DH is in London til Fri, so it's just me and the boys (feels great saying that - I'm a mum of sons, plural!) this week (and the dog). A bit scary but also lovely to be spending some time with ds1 as he's been the most affected emotionally I think. He's got his mate's party to look forward to tomorrow as well.
So things are looking up, I hope. MW is coming around 1pm today to weigh. I'm hoping for an increase, but if not, I'll be resisting any intervention for another few days. He's alert, contented (apart from the evenings - I think we may be in for our first colicky baby
) and weeing and pooing loads so he's obv getting enough food to produce a good output.
In fact, my aunt and uncle (both GPs) and sister (neonatal anaesthetist) all checked him over this weekend and say he's looking grand so not to worry too much about the weight just yet. Which made me feel a lot, lot better.
Cake and
to those in need of a little cheering up.