Just in case anyone comes across this in future and wants to know how it's going...
I'm totally in love with my gorgeous baby boy. He's smiley, divine and totally gorgeous.
Everything I read about was true. The good, the bad and the ugly!
For me, the most difficult part at the start was feeding. In many ways it was so much harder than I had imagined, which was a bit of a shock as I thought I had prepared for the worst, hoped for the best. There were lots of tears and definitely some real dark moments, all tied up with me and breastfeeding. I've accepted now that exclusive breastfeeding can't happen (I had a breast reduction which hasn't helped).
We are mix feeding now (formula and EBM) and I am expressing every 3-4 hours, which at first was really really difficult but I have adjusted to this new way of life and I know it won't last forever. A double electric pump means I can still read a book or scroll my phone at the same time.
Aside from the feeding stress it has been really lovely. Tiring yes, but not to the extent that I am affected negatively mentally, which I was worried about.
I manage to shower each day and clean my teeth. Sometimes I don't time it well but it always happens.
My cats, at six weeks, have finally started sleeping on the bed again. Nappies are a piece of piss. Sterilising is fine. I do loads of washing and have got used to that.
My free time is now finite - eg I know I'll only have 20 mins to read a bit of my book - but I've learned to appreciate those moments instead of yearning for what I had before. My baby boy is so much more important!
Oh -- but I have to say, to anyone who thinks that "snacks and Netflix on the sofa with your baby" sounds idyllic and relaxing, it's fucking not. Mainly because of the aforementioned finite free time. You can't relax as your mind is constantly counting down to the next thing!
Thank you to everyone who shared their stories and helped reassure me/prepare me!