Thanks all for the condolences. My grandma was very old though, and she'd lost the plot, and she'd been saying for years she was ready to die, so it's for the best really. Just a shame DD never met her.
As for mothers, mine's still around, but she's got a brain condition that means she's slowly losing it too. She loves DD, but she can't be a lot of practical help.
something would it be possible for your bloke and baby to stay somewhere outside Edinburgh (so less expensive) but not too far away? They could have a fun holiday and lots of adventures, and you could meet up with them regularly so you're not missing out.
I don't have any outgrown baby clothes. Got rid of them already! Quite useful having my brother, his girlfriend, and their halfway-to-a-baby-already bump just across the terrace.
eco sleep cycle length increases? No one's told DD that... I'll just have to keep trying to knacker her out. She keeps surprising us anyway, at least once every two days she manages a decent length one.
KFF they sleep eventually. Even if the worst happens and it takes a few years! Just think back to two months ago though, things have improved since then, surely, even if they're not perfect yet? It's been nearly four weeks since DD slept through, and I'm still hopeful she'll do it again sometime soon.
pud our general rule for night feeds is to leave three hours between them. When we're trying to get more milk down her, we go with 10 and 1 for dream feeds (if she's had plenty during the day we just go for about 11.30 and then see when she wakes). The main thing to remember is they have limited capacity - if you feed him and he goes to sleep and you try a dream feed fifteen minutes later, he's not going to have room in there and it'll all come back up again. Does he eat better when he's asleep? DD always does, can pretty well guarantee four ounces if she's asleep.
worse I can see why you feel bad, but remember The Guilt doesn't help anyone. You've done brilliantly with the boobs for three months, and got her off to an excellent start. Big pat on the back is in order, I think.
Half past four this morning, DD started shouting, so I took her some milk. Very suspicious aroma as soon as I opened the door. Went to pick her up and ended up with a wet hand. I don't know what monster was lurking up her bum but suffice to say it's died a violently explosive death. The bits on her legs and feet were actually dried on, so god knows how long she'd been peacefully sleeping while liberally coated in crap.
Today I'm planning a mission round the charity shops for baby books. She's finally getting over the screaming after the bath thing, so bedtime stories can happen. Exciting times.