Grrrr
Hello all. Have just said goodbye to our friend who has been staying for a week. He is fab - loves the kids and helps out with them, then has been doing things like clearing up dinner stuff and cleaning the kitchen while I put the kids to bed and DH does random urgent jobs like fixing radiators and rewiring bedrooms. It is wonderful, but I have taken advantage of him being here and run myself ragged this week, catching up with long-awaited appointments, sorting out boxes and going with DH to choose a new car (!) and am now knackered. Added to that we have a decorater in at the moment (paid for by another wonderful friend who took pity on us after watching us trying to do up the whole three floors of the house with new baby, etc) which is obviously great, but boy, can he talk! I have started trying to exit hastily when he comes into a room, but today ended up standing at the top of the stairs, holding a huge pile of laudry, leaning over while he stood in the kitchen, asking me deep theological questions about the purpose of church without giving me any opportunity to answer . I have a slight suspicion he's on something .
Pazza - hi . I also had to have an epidural with my dts because dt2 was the wrong way up. Hated the actual thing but obviously appreciated it once the pain had gone! As with everyone else, he turned and glided out after dt1, no problems, but I really hated having to be hooked up to the machine for another two hours afterwards while the fluid finishes dripping through or whatever its supposed to do. I always go into shock after giving birth so I was doing all my shaking and throwing up while trying not to detatch myself from any of the needles! Remember FIL coming to visit and because I was still stuck on the same bed, DH had to get extra blankets to cover me up - I still had blood on my ankles and paper towels everywhere. FIL didn't know where to look! Although I was very wobbly after ds1&4, I liked the fact that at least I could go and get cleaned up and get 'settled'.