I've been a bit weepy too - mostly non-specific emotionality but if I find anything - anything - to fuel it, I tend towards catastrophising. Which I do at the best of times. My trick is to remember that I'm in the middle of a hormonal crash, and that is explanation enough - I needn't feed my anxieties with thinking up or brooding on all the things that are a bit worrying at the moment as doing so will just solidify them, somehow. Easier said than done when it comes to DS, who I'm just really worried about, poor chap. He's really not having much fun with the adjustment...
Also struggling with family Rachy, mine are being such tossers at the moment, from out-and-out bullying to just being full of toxic shit, it's all a bit disappointing, really. Nothing quite like it to focus the mind on how to manage my own parenting relationships. Everyday, I go to bed thinking how I'm going to do a bit better with DS tomorrow, and most days, I am a bit better with DS. We had had some really awful moment, with me shouting at him - I've never been a shouty parent, and am hoping that this two week blip will be erased by reverting to normal service, ASAP.
God, I'm really waffling aren't I? Hoping for some more clarity when we nail sleeping etc... Though had a lovely conversation with an ex-colleague today, really, gloriously academic and so far removed from the logisitics and challenges of childcare, it was almost like going on a tiny holiday.
Well, anyway, good luck with the poos, everyone - DS didn't go for four days in the first weeks last time and it was such a major event that I had to text about 10 people when he finally went. This one is a poo machine, though. She's also gaining like she's on protein shakes and kettle bells, which is lovely for us especially after DS - he and I took fully eight weeks to nail the bfing thing. I remember reading that you should feed til your baby rolls off the breast, contented, themselves and that honestly took eight weeks to achieve last time - up until then, he and I would struggle through a feed and they'd end when I gave up because he was crying too much. He was born on the 75th and dropped to the 0.4th by six weeks and I was a wreck with worry. After all the pressure to bfeed, I was being pressured to ff, and getting loads of conflicting advice re dummies/ block feeding, etc. When we hit the 0.4th, I came onto MN bf boards, and everyone had yet more conflicting advice. And I'd sort of had it, with all the advice, and thought, why the fuck am I letting this get to me? And why the fuck am I listening to anyone except DS - he tells me what he wants, and I should listen to him and fuck everything else. It was a real turning point. The next time he was weighed, at his 6mo check, he was on the 91st centile, the HV kept saying, 'are you sure it's just breast milk???!' So for those of you struggling, it can all change very soon; DS and I just needed to work each other out. For me that meant recognising that he was very easily overstimulated and wouldn't latch overtired so we really focused on being careful about when we changed a nappy, didn't do anything 'new' when he was tired, tried not to do too much eyecontact during a sleepy nappy change or feed (it could really wind him up).
This one is so so so different, she's been a breeze so far. Mind you, my friend had a very chilled baby for about three weeks and now has a toddler who has been absolutely in overdrive since then...