Sorry to dash in and be mememe, but need help 
Mr T is the most sublime creature alive, but feel like I'm in the remake of Boxing Helena right now. I only get about 40 mins a day to myself - seriously! - and this happens to be it. He wants/needs to feed all the time and inbetween feeds, wants to sleep. Sleep on his back, over my tummy. There can be no other way! He goes mental if I move just to try to take a sip out of a bottle of water, never mind put him down anywhere. He insists on feeding in really odd, twisted positions and I have to hold his head and my boob to stop him hurting me/suffocating himself, so I am spending all day with my hands occupied by that. Am spending 20 hrs a day sat in one position, I shit you not, which is giving me terrible knee pain. All his lying on my gut is giving me crippling abdo pain. I am also still in incomprehensible pain from all the crapulence from my birth injuries and anal fissure, etc., etc.
Also, I have vasospasm in my nipples, which is Raynaud's Disease of the boobs, so my nips are going white all the time and the blood supply cutting off and whenever he feeds, the pain is so intense that I am literally screaming for the first 5 mins of each feed, whilst tears stream from my eyes - a neighbour has complained twice now about the noise I make. Not Mr T - me! There's nothing to help with that - either stop BFing or continue and grin and bear it. Also, his latch isn't great and he keeps coming off every few mins when he starts, which makes it 100 x worse. He likes to feed for 15 mins, sleep for 20 mins, feed for 10, sleep for 10... you get the picture. And the constant latching on means constant whitehot nip pain!
And he won't take in more than the actual main nipple - several MWs, my Doc and the NCT counsellor have failed to help me get him to take in more. He's sucking on just enough to get a proper milk flow but not enough to stop it hurting me. He also won't feed unless he's on the BFing pillow - goes mental and twists his head violently whilst on the nipple (OW!) if I try to hold him in my arms or attempt any other type of hold.
Because of my food allergies, there's no food I can snack on easily and have at hand; everything I eat has to be prepared and cooked and eaten with utensils. I am going an average of 5-6 from waking before I get to eat, as Mr T goes insane if not laid on me. One day, I went 8 hours without any food whatsoever from the time I get up. I don't get to eat my main meal or have a wash until after 10pm, as that's the only time he will settle or let TYF hold him.
Also, he just won't go in the wrap. He hates being in the upright position... or indeed any position that's not laid on me. And it has to be half on the BFing pillow or he'll go insane and then he overheats and gets wet with sweat and I just worry then about c.o.t. d.e.a.t.h.
I can't walk more than 5 mins cos of birth injuries and so on and can't get the pram down the stairs unaided, so am trapped in the flat, even if he would stop crying enough to be taken out. Baths, massage, playing, cuddling, stories - he hates them all. It has to be near-constant BFing or nothing. I feel like I'm going insane and can't stop crying because I feel like I can't possibly go on like this. Is not PND - I feel like I'm being tortured 24-7. It's not just the grindingness of it all, I'm in so much fucking pain all the time. I love him so much but I didn't imagine I'd suffer this much. Am getting @3 hours sleep a night, max, and no chance for naps in the day. My left hand now constantly shakes due to the fatigue and the crampiness of always having to hold him.
Blahblahblah. Sorry for whining on, just had to let it out. Am also being a complete bitch to TYF all the time, who does everything he can to help and relieve me and never complains and tolerates my whinging and moocow-ishness.