HI folks... you don't have to read all this... I'm just letting it out...
The big shopping trip had mixed results.. I dropped DS off at DP's work and got throughly "Trinny & Susannahed" by my friends yesterday... got a frock and some stuff to go with it. However over lunch got a bad reception phone call from DP and as far as I could make out his shop was terribly busy and he needed me to come get DS asap. I still really needed to go to Bravissimo so rushed over there only to discover that there was a min 1hour wait to get measured. Called DP again who sounded v. short on the phone and said he had been expecting me for an hour, had other things to do and was having to give DS to strangers to look after in the shop... but he would cope if I was longer. I sort of freaked out at this point, burst into tears and had to drop everything and rush my girlfriends right across town to go get DS.
When we got there DS was just fine. DP was carrying him round the shop and he was v. happy. The "stranger" who had had him was someone DP knows well and she had been delighted to get a cuddle for a wee while. DP insisted that it was all OK and I really need not have rushed back, that he hadn't meant to sound short on the phone.
I was still in tears in the shop and went round to my friend's house for a cuppa and got an impromptu counselling session from my friend (who is a HV.)I then kept crying on and off the rest of the day without knowing why.
I think I just got a huge fright by freaking out so much when I felt that DS needed me, and when my first chance of time to myself seemed taken away. (and I feel really bad about ruining our girls day out) Later in the day I took a sudden aversion to bfing DS and had to be persuaded to give him his evening feed. I think 3 solid months of difficulties with bfing and feeling like I do nothing but sit on the couch with my breasts out and being chewed on all day has taken more of a toll than I realised. No bfing books ever tell you how physically and emotionally draining and tiring it can be, and how your body isn't your own. Only when I was trying on huge sizes in clothes and actually looking at my own body for a day did I suddenly feel that I had lost posession of it. Plus I've been concerned about a reduction in my milk supply in the last week and about how I'm going to cope on my own with DS on a 3 day trip to this wedding.
DP sent me to bed as soon as the last feed was done and hopefully I'll feel better today. He's offered to look after DS at home today so I can go back and get bra fitted and have a bit more time to myself.. It was just quite a shock to suddenly be so emotional and upset when I have been so happy with being a Mum recently. I guess there have been stresses building up that I wasn't acknowledging and it all just came out in a oner yesterday.