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Bring on December already...

Well, LOL, having successfully whinged my way through 9 months or so of pregnancy, and then having a wonderful birth experience, I'm now nipple high (which isn´t as high as it used to be) in the realities of life with a newborn...

I haven't sleep much in a week thanks to prelabour and then the post birth high, and now the micro mini party animal who has taken up residence in our usually nocturnally orderly household...

For the past two days, he's slept like a, erm, well, a baby throughout the day, with barely any wakefulness, and then come the midnight hour he's decided to wake up and feed and scream and gaze adoringly at the shadows on the walls and ceiling until 4-5am...

I've tried to sleep, but I'm still very sore from the birth (SPD-y and swollen, tender perineum - no, smaller babies are NOT much kinder), so being forced to lay on my back with a restless baby on my chest (and worrying about dropping him when I do sleep) has meant a lot of dozing, and no restorative sleep to speak of...

Yes, I see the smirking coming from some of you. Yes, I've been here before and yes, I've conveniently forgotten this bit - well, not forgotten actually, just minimised it in my mind - after it'll only last a few weeks and then I'll start to get bed sleep and we'll all, generally, be more settled, but hey, when you're standing in the middle of a pile of shit, it's really hard to smell the sweet scent of roses off yonder...

By my reckoning, I should be feeling better by December... Gawd, I hope so, December isn't that far away... I think I need a new ticker, hahaha...

Comments

Clel said…
Oh crap. Sleep babycakes, do your crying in the day :)

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