Hello - finally managed to get 5 minutes to use the laptop (being held hostage by Baby Eagle tonight)
These last few days have been really hard, but think we are turning a bit of a corner now. We were given a relentless feeding regime to get her weight back up - BF, then expressing, then formula top-up, every 3 hours (I don't need to explain to anyone how long this takes to do do I!). But it did pay off, and her weight has increased more than enough to appease MWs, docs etc.
On Friday she had her tongue tie cut - it was found to be quite severe so rather curious as to how this was missed given there was about 500 people in the hospital offering their differing advice on how to feed her (and making me feel increasingly wretched). Things have improved since then, but still having to express, FF etc for the time being. Will be really glad to ditch this off as will cut in half the amount of time it takes to feed her!
We have probably had too many visitors, but didn't see how we could get out of it (and had 8 today, in 3 batches) but really hope we have some quiet time this coming week as even if people visit for an hour, it has a huge disruptive impact on feeding regime.
I don't feel as depressed now, thank goodness, although last night was awful as I was in so much pain and also too tired to wake the baby properly to be fed. She also has an alarming tendency to roll out of her cot (Baby Bay) and I nearly had a heart attack the night before last when I woke to an empty cot, then after frantic searching I found her lying next to me...
She is an utter joy though, and am finding the time to actually laugh at her now, her silly noises, the different facial expressions, and the invisible clarinet playing thing she does with her hands.
Thanks to all of you for your support and sympathy, and also for admiring her! I hope to be back in the land of the living soon, and to catch up on all your posts x
PS today have bought one of those ugly baby feeding rocking chairs off Ebay, after vowing I would never have anything like that in the house. That was before someone cut my bottom off and stitched it back on again and now I am just obsessed with anything that will ease my pain.