Still feeling sad about the breastfeeding, have been reading a longish mn thread about feelings about support for bf - I started yesterday evening but had to try and express some milk then midnight feed, and clearly curled up and zonked out straight afterwards, then had to fit various other priorities in this morning.
But more positively, midwife came and was happy enough to discharge Danny, who now weighs 3.95 kg, up from 3.6 kg. It's probably that fattening formula, but it means the NHS should be happy even if I'm not entirely. The fact that I was dressed also created a good impression, even though I keep tripping over my skirt on the stairs due to weirdly loose waistband
Mike didn't go in until midday, but after a bit of discussion which gradually calmed down, he began to grasp that I need to find some pattern which works for organising myself and Danny whether or not he or anyone else are around.
And last night I booked two sets of train tickets for the three of us to Leeds in July. I'm really looking forward to visiting my mum with Danny in tow, I love staying in Ilkley and getting looked after...
Luci