So still stuck on ward because little man wouldn't wee. They were happy for me to go home all yesterday but no dice.
. Last night he chose to finally piddle all over me at 1:40am HURRAY
and has proceeded to cluster feed since then.
I'm sure its probably the dreaded baby blues kicking in making me but I am currently apoletic with Grrrr at the lady in the cubicle opposite me who has been on her mobile literally ALL night, making no attempt to hush her voice and has requested she be allowed extra visitors at gone midnight because they are already 'at the hospital'. I currently know all of her business and everyone who is 'outs' business.
If I look at it logically its probably not really her, just a day three of lack of sleep, bus ran me over, episiotomy aching combined with jealousy that she is formula feeding and just keeps requesting bottles which is sounding like a nice tempting option right now. sigh
Can't wait to go home. 4 hours and then they can start the discharge. Stares intently at clock...
Sorry, de-vented. Feel better now.