I've been terribly absent, sorry girls, welcome new people!
I think we've hit some kind of 15 week devil sleep regression. Everything is back to front, he barely eats during the day and wants to feed ALL FUCKING NIGHT, naps till late in the morning, and is a perfect baby until 5pm where I presume he gets overtired and turns into an angry, shouty, screaming horror, but then all my usual tricks to get him to go down just don't work. He won't sleep in his cot or snuzpod at night anymore, he'll only sleep if I've got him in cradle hold and in bursts of 20 minutes. Then as soon as it hits 6am, I change him, and he will sleep on the bed next to me until nearly midday. Even with the curtains open, hairdryer on, tv.. It's like his body clock is six hours adrift. I am so tired I put my sunglasses and car keys in the fridge yesterday, threw a box of teabags in the bin, left the upstairs tap running for over an hour. My brain is literally scrambled egg :( I have no concentration. And I'm a snappy miserable wanker.
I also got a letter from the hospital's perineal trauma clinic. I've got an up the bum ultrasound to look forward to the week before Christmas to make sure my arts and crafts have healed, and to review future delivery. (ie no fucking chance you're pushing the next one out) Just when I'd stopped bloody thinking about it. I'm seeing the orthopaedic bod on Friday to see what they can do with my back, as lugging a baby and th assorted stuff around has aggravated my spondy which isn't helping my sleep woe.
Sorry I'm ranty..
purple hope you're okay lovely, good you've got your little guy with you, I need to read the rest of the Fred, TT has just woken up demanding elevenses.
Pass the matchsticks...