Hope you have all got through xmas in one piece and not too turkey/mince pie stuffed. It has been one surreal christmas this end - I'm hoping next year might be a tad less knackering!! Hard to believe this time 7 weeks ago I had a newborn baby...
We've got a quiet night tomorrow planned. Nice dinner, bottle of champagne and hopefully no crazy antics from babymoo whilst we watch Jools on the telly and then go to bed at 1201!
I haven't posted very much of late mainly because I feel like all I do (or want to do) is whinge. So here goes. I'm feeling pretty fed up to be honest. I feel like I haven't been out, and don't feel like going out whereas everyone else (NCT etc) at my stage are all going out for dinner or whatever willy nilly. Babymoo won't take a bottle despite buying every one that's been recommended (I'm waiting on playtex to be delivered tho so maybe...), i'm tired of feeding every 2-3 hours round the clock with no respite and no apparent let up. My folks are going home tomorrow after the xmas stay and frankly I'm dreading it. I feel completely exhausted the whole time, I've still got thrush and so has babymoo. My undercarriage is so swollen with it I can't stand up for very long. And he pulls off alot and doesn't feed very well so then it's more often feeding. My supply seems to have gone up which is good I guess but had to get up in the middle of the night before a feed to hand express - I only barely touched my breast and it was literally pouring out for a good twenty minutes before I felt comfortable. I'm terrified of getting blocked ducts again/mastitis so trying to balance that with not pumping too much and making the problem worse.
I know I'm whinging and I have nothing to complain about but xmas has been a bit of a non event with terrible colds/coughs, our heating keeps breaking and has cost a fortune that we don't have and I feel like every week there is something that goes wrong with either me or the baby and I'm living at the doctors. I hate being like this and in a way I'd rather not see people and feel like a whinge. So instead you lot have got it both barrells!!
Anyway on the good side he is gorgeous, smiles like a loon constantly and is a general delight. He's growing and doing so well, I feel guilty saying all of the above. I guess I just need sleep and to feel better. I just would love to know when I get to feel like myself again. I think mr moo is a bit sick of this whinging, tearful wife he seems to have been stuck with.
Rant over, As you were. And a very happy drunken new year to you all.