Can't believe that this time last week I was still pregnant willing it to happen in the near future, and then bang at 2am on Monday morning my waters broke and by 10 past 8 Luke was born.
Pregnancy really does seem a distant memory now. The best thing (obviously apart from holding Luke in my arms) is being able to have a proper pee i.e. not feeling like I am busting only to discover I manage to pass just an eggcupful. Oh and I can now bend at the waist to pick things up off the floor.
Sleep deprivation is a bugger though. Luke wouldn't settle until 2.30am after I mistakenly woke him at 11 to give him a feed hoping he would go longer through the night. Then he woke at 3.40 for another feed and I fell asleep winding him.
Woke up sat on the sofa with him in my arms soundly asleep at 7.15. DS1 was down on the sofa next to me watching Nick Jr, having helped himself to a yoghurt out of the fridge for his breakfast. Have absolutley no idea what time he came down, but I didn't hear him . But he is an absolute star.
Luke now on 4oz feeds every 3-4 hours. Am still having to top him up with FF though.
Had a couple of hours sleep at lunchtime (again on the sofa) and never heard the phone calls.
Went to a BBQ this afternoon for my Niece's 16th birthday. It was noce to see all the family, but felt a bit guilty as everyone seemed to be more interested in holding Luke, and it was her birthday after all.
Oh well, now need to decide whether or not to wake Luke for his next feed, or wait until he wakes naturally. Don't really want another session of trying to settle him that take over 2 1/2 hours tonight. I can catch up on some sleep myself.
Sending positive labour vibes to those that have had enough. Think the fresh pineapple and clary sage did the trick for me.