How the last couple of hours have gone for me…
DS wakes up (in my arms, as he will not be put down in anything - you name it, I’ve bought it, he doesn’t want to use it)
Instantly wants to be fed
Feeds
Small posset comes up so I try to wind
He doesn’t want to be winded, starts to root, starts to cry
I feed again
He wees, it leaks, soaks through his onesie, my t-shirt, joggers and pants
I change him. He dislikes being changed in the evening so starts to cry heartily
The only way to stop the cries is to feed him
And so the cycle continues
At various points we try giving him to DH but he lasts a few minutes before rooting and crying and the only way to soothe him is to breastfeed him.
He won’t go down in a Moses, a crib, a sleepyhead, a play gym. He lasts about 15 minutes
I have to eat all meals one handed.
It’s literally relentless. I know it’s supposed to get better and I know once he’s a teenager he will be put down in his own bed. But right now, bugger me this is tough.
Compounded by the fact I had a hard fall at the weekend so I’m struggling with a very sore shoulder injury which has curtailed the use and range of movement of my arm, along with recovering from a CS.