Well last night I hit an all time low. Rang dh at work just to drain down really it was just gone midnight
Eventually caved in and rang my mum for help, she cam over just before 1 am. 3 eldest dcs asleep but Luke wouldn't settle and kept screaming, I was so/am so tired and couldn't function.
He settled for her straight away and she sent me to bed, brought him down just after 3am for a feed and then back again at 6am for another one. Helped get the children ready for nursery and went home at 7am.
So I got 2 lots of 2 hour sleep, which was better than nothing. She is coming back again at 10.30pm tonight to stay again.
He won't settle for me as I stink of 'mummy milk' (as Erin puts it!!)
I keep crying and broke down in front of the midwife, who said that at the moment that my rest (and sanity) is more important than feeding so to either express or give formula for one bottle in the night.
For whoever asked, mum is doing all our washing and some of the drying and the new washing machine is being delivered on 20th Feb.
To top it all Luke has lost weight so I am trying to build him up.
The conversion will be finished tomorrow and I will be glad to see the back of the builders.
I spent some time with James this evening (with Luke, who was feeding) and I read to him and put him to bed which was nice and I am taking him to his swimming lesson on Saturday, which is something dh normally does.
DH is being great and as well as doing nightshift he is doing loads at home.
I am really sorry for the self absorbed post but I have never had it so hard, the twins were easier than this, Luke isn't difficult at all, it is just all the other stuff especially the school run (which dh is doing whilst he is on nightshift).
Thank you for all your support on here, emails and texts I really appriciate them (even if they do make me cry......... again!!)
Anyway time to go and give Luke some sausage and chips mummy milk to fatten him up