Thanks for the kind words everyone. P has grovelled and been temporarily forgiven. However, he is not pulling his finger out his arse and not making enough of an effort.
I am just finding it all very stressful. The girls are wonderful and I am lucky that they are easy babies. It is OH that is the hard work! He has no initiative whatsoever! I have to guide him and give him instructions ALL the time. It is so hard having 2 small babies and literally no one to help us. My family are thousands of miles away and my sister 130 miles away in London. I have only lived in this part of the country for a couple of years so don't have real close friends nearby to rely on. It is very lonely sometimes. My idiot partner doesn't seem to get this. I cant even take the girls to baby clinic to be weighed as it the timings don't fit in with feeds and I can't feed two babies out alone. I can feed two babies at home on our double bed but not out and about. I am yet to go to baby groups. Literally nothing. I spend all week alone in the house (apart from our afternoon walk). It is really getting to me.
What made it all come to a head is P constantly moaning about his lack of sleep! I do all the daily feeds apart from one on my own! He has only done about 5 middle of the night feeds. I have done practically all of them since they were born. Thank God they sleep through now or I would have lost my mind by now. He selfishly announced the HE needed a break, we had a massive row and I kicked him out. He pissed off to his mothers house and stayed there with her for 2 weeks. I spent 5 days on my own with 2 small sick babies, luckily my parents arrived shortly after this. When my family arrived to stay, he came round and pretended to be father of the year! It just ended up being row after row between us. I don't have the time or energy to argue with him. I just want him to be mature and be helpful with the babies.
Just one example...The girls both have bad colds. Friday night was quite hellish. We did the last feed at 11pm and between then and 7am I got up 14 times to see to them. They were snuffly, grumpy, wouldn't settle. He didn't get up once! At one point I want holding and consoling one of them in my arms and leaning into the cot rubbing the back of the other while he slept. He would only get out of bed if I asked him to. The next day, after my very bad nights sleep. I got up, did washing, sterilised bottles, made bottles (and with two babies there are 10-12 bottles a day to wash, sterilise and make). He stayed in bed until 2pm and then complained how tired he was and then asked me what was for dinner. I do not have enough hours in the day and he is the most useless man in the world. He even complains about taking them for a walk. I have asked him to take them out in the pushchair so I can have a shower/bath or wash my hair and he complains. They are 16 weeks old and he has taken them out for a walk without me twice! He never gives me a break.
Sorry I have rambled on and on. But I guess I just lost it with him. He begged forgiveness and said he would change. I doubt it. Lets see. I don't hold out much hope.
Men are shit.