Despite all the promises to keep up here I went and got mastitis so have been off with the fairies for a couple of days...
I've spent most of the day just trying to catch up on this thread (think I missed one or two whole threads post-delivery...) and now realize that I should've kept notes about what to say to whom as I can now only remember what's happened in the last page.
I will pull my socks up.
Congratulations to the new arrivals, gosh, there's bound to be a baby a day now that we're officially in November! Can't believe Erika was calmly typing away in labour!
Sorry abotu the generic comments but:
What's with all the MILs coming out of the woodwork and behaving like MonsterILs? Do you think there's something about being pregnant/having babies that makes them worse? Maybe it makes them bitter? (Mine certainly doesn't want to be called a GRANDMA, as that's for old people and she's only 65...)
Also, to all those feeling rotten - I'm pleased to report that despite mothering a newborn being a 24/7 job and very tiring at that, I for one feel much better now than I did being pregnant (and although I was sick for a loooong time, it was nothing like what poor Pavlov has gone through) so it's all relative. I seriously enjoy being a mama so much, and I doubted myself during the pregnancy as I was suppsoed to bloom and enjoy it and I was mostly miserable.
I don't think we've got a postnatal thread yet. I now can't remember what we agreed? Did we say we'd do our labour stories on one but stay here until we're all done? Or do we just wait with the labour stories until we're all done?
Little update: Lukas was born at 6.5 pounds, and despite losing 11% of his birthweight (part of the reason why we stayed in hospital for 5 days) he's now 10 pounds, and he was five weeks yesterday so he's done really well!
He's feeding every 2-3 hours but seems to spend more time awake at night than he does in the day... which is why I insist on both of us going to bed at 9PM at night...
Who said their baby suffers with wind? Lukas had the same thing, writing around in pain until he was arching his back and purple in the face and crying heartbreakingly... I stopped eating anything with onions in (we now use shallots) and avoiding chilli and he seems much better. Have also started him on probiotic drops for babies, if you know anyone in Ireland get them to send some over! (They don't do them in England right now for some reason.)
Ooooh, I've got a list a mile long about "things I never knew..." but I'm not sure we should be sharing them until we're all on this side of labour? Or should we? Can we have a policy of "things I wish someone had told me about so that I didn't need to freak out" being posted but perhaps leaving any horrors until later? (Although I'll be quick to add I honestly don't have any horrors, only the unnecessary freak-outs, I promise.)
Becky I love that you're getting all philosophical! Made me think...
This time last year, pretty much to the day, I was at a conference in Edinburgh, loving exploring the gorgeous city on my own, staying in a hotel on my own and eating dinner out on my own - and savouring every moment as I was very much hoping that as much as I loved my life as it was then, I would get pregnant soon. On my last night in Edinburgh I took my last mini-pill (and sent a picture of the empty "sheet" to DH-to-be...) I think know my career will not be what it could've been with travel abroad etc. but I couldn't be happier, and I couldn't feel more content. Never thought I was the "settling down" type, worried I wasn't maternal... and now I wonder why I waited so many years to experience something so amazing. The only answer I can come up with is that I was meant to wait for exactly this long so that I could have sweet baby Lukas as my son. You know, like we were meant to meet and it couldn't have happened at any other time. (I quite like the theory that babies sit on clouds up above and choose their parents. Not that I know what I've done to deserve Lukas, but I'm forever grateful that he chose me to be his mama.)
Also - I know this probably sounds crazy, but I was expecting a time of "getting to know each other". And really, what it feels like is meeting a long lost friend. Like I've known him all my life. Or waited for him all my life. Either way, here we are, he's sleeping peacefully in my lap and I'm about to carry us upstairs to bed.
I feel so blessed.
sorry for the marathon post, but hey - I'm still me.