Morning folks. Can I offer everyone a virtual gin and tonic/glass of wine? Sounds like we all could do with one.
Thrush sounds like a complete nightmare, glad that those suffering are seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.
Plonko - you are not a bad mother. Yes, we will eventually learn to interpret our babies' cries, but this takes a bit longer, not weeks - it's something we will (I hope!!) learn as we get to know our LO, not something we're meant to intrinsically know. Our babies are still tiny, even the oldest on the thread. It will get easier!
And I think having an 'I'm a bad mother' breakdown shows how much we care, and is pretty much proof we're not?
Is there anyone near you who could come and cuddle your LO between feeds to give you a couple of hours extra sleep?
Things going ok here. Issy 3 weeks old today. Still very surreal to look at her and think three weeks ago I was trying (and at this stage pretty much failing) to get her out!
Breastfeeding going ok and I managed to feed in public on Sunday without flashing anyone/the sky falling in. HV coming today - we'll see if she's back up to birth weight - she was an ounce or two off last week. And went to a sling meet and tried out a Kari Me - have just bought one on eBay.
I'm still having regular melt downs - yesterday decided I didn't love her enough, that the fact that I don't enjoy every second and occasionally (whisper) find her boring meant I didn't deserve her, and was jealous of DH going back to work next week.
And I'm terrified of him going back - feels like we're just about coping with the two of us, not sure how I'll manage without him there to take over when I'm hitting a wall! My parents are coming up for the first week, and I'm very lucky in that DH works part time and freelances from home the rest of the time (well, define lucky - it's not through choice and obviously has financial implications) but the idea of being in sole charge of her during the day, even 3 days a week, scares me!
Meanwhile yesterday evening had a comedy poonami. DH changed her nappy after she was grizzling and brought her back. Initially she was v sunny, but soon started crying. So I stood up and danced round with her, and suddenly felt liquid between my fingers. DH suddenly looked horrified - he'd forgotten to put a nappy on her. Obviously, she was wearing her best posh babygro - a prezzie from the in laws - which now has some interesting orange staining. Ah well.