Hello all, Tasha, glad you're coping ok, and lo is putting on some chub finally!
Read briefly through the thread and can't remember anything I wanted to say, typical. Glad you're all ok anyway. Really tired as we just got back from S/Wales a couple of hours ago.
Had a mostly nice time but saturday night was horrendous, I got J bathed and ready for bed for 8.30pm but thanks to my stupid sil he wouldn't settle- she kept coming over and touching him and going "you're supposed to be asleep! go asleep! go on! peekaboo! go asleep! peekaboo!"
Then she put Sleepy Hollow on (last time we visited she put a horror film on, too- again, one she's seen before, she doesn't give a damn that I'm trying to get him to sleep in a room full of screaming and scary music) I couldn't believe it! I can't decide whether she's a total fuckwit or doing it deliberately to get at me, when really the main person suffering is James.
After a while he was getting really upset so I took him upstairs but he wouldn't settle even in a quiet dimly lit room with me lying next to him, so after nearly three hours of trying everything I could think of I was crying myself with frustration and I had to take him back downstairs and put him in his travel cot before I lost my temper with him.
He didn't get to sleep til almost midnight, when the film had finally finished and the insensitive cow had gone to bed. I went mad at dp because he'd been playing poker in the kitchen (a few feet away) all evening ignoring the crying. He kept asking "what do you want me to do, though???" and all I could think to say was "support me!" because I just felt so alone in it all, and he said that was a stupid thing to say, so I lost my rag and (I never do this!) THREW the remote controls, several toys and a packet of biscuits, across the room.
Anyway, needless to say his sleep is now completely messed up, he's only just gone off and there has been loads of crying in the last two nights. I now suspect he's been teething too (no dribbling, no red cheeks etc, but a second tooth has miraculously appeared) I've given him some calpol and a dab of bonjela tonight in case it is hurting.
Sometimes I feel like a really shit mum just fumbling in the dark. I know I've still got PMT and I'm very tired but just feel like having a little cry because I'm so sick of winging it on my own and him suffering as a result (why didn't I realise he was teething??)
Anyway, in other news he's starting to wave bye-bye and clap his hands, as well as pull up on furniture The pulling up scares me to death as he lets go when he's on his feet, and falls on any available sharp object.