Right, am going to attempt very speedy post. Might be a bit me me me - apologies!
Rubes, after I saw you and your DH a couple of weeks ago (which was so lovely - thank you) things kicked off a bit. The next day I was recalled to London with a wound infection. I felt quite rough. Then the following Monday (a week ago) I had finished my course and it was still really swollen and painful so I had to go and see my consultant again (she won't let any local GPs etc get their mitts on her patients
) and was then given two strong ABs. One was Metronizidole, which is also prescribed as an Ant-Abuse, so no booze for me. I can have some tonight as the 48 hrs to clear out of my system will have elapsed but Monday's not really the night is it? Anyway, that wasn't the least of it - that same morning, DP fed DD3 whilst I legged DD1 over to school, and he fell asleep on the sofa and dropped her
When I saw how upset and guilty he was I couldn't be cross. I just felt really sorry for him, but we were both so worried and horror-stricken even though she seemed fine. Anyway, my consultant said we should take her to Paed A&E at St Mary's so we were there for hours on end. Thankfully, they said she was fine and a week on that seems still to be the case.
DP has gone back to work today. DD3 has cried for most of the day as she is a very windy child but I think it's because she is so new, I remember DD2 being similar in the first weeks. DP has been really good on the practical help (ok, he is never going to be as on top of stuff as I am but he did really try and I appreciated it). However, the emotional support has been very lacking. It's just not his strong suit. I can usually survive without such niceties, my self-esteem is normally in good shape but these last couple of weeks it would have been good if he'd once said "well done" or "you look nice" as I have needed it. I know that sounds daft, but despite feeling flabby and a mess (and frankly a bit ill) I have got dressed and put make up on every day. I even wore a nice dress and high heels for a day party we went to, when I'd only been out of hospital a week! I suppose hormones all over the place haven't helped but it just makes me rage for some reason...I just feel he is stingy with his encouragement or kind remarks and I am not like that myself. Still - I do know if you expect people to think and behave as you do, you're generally onto a loser...
The girls are so thrilled with her and it's wonderful, but DD1 is a bit wobbly emotionally and even DD2 has had the odd wobble and she is teflon. They just want to maul DD3 all the time and it can be a little hard to manage. They love her so much and if I even gently ask them to tone it down a bit they get upset. So, in short it is lovely to have DD3 here but we are The House of Frayed Nerves just at the mo.
Vag, I am coming to the London thing on the 29th but only in the evening. Really looking forward to it.