1.30am<\/b><\/p>\n
Baby is wriggling and writhing around. It\u2019s been like this for 2 nights now around this time. Reflux? Colic? Who knows. I think colic, trapped wind. I assume she\u2019s hungry too so I prepare to check her nappy by going to the bathroom and running some warm water in preparation for cleaning her bits with cotton wool. Yep I\u2019m still using cotton wool at 10 weeks which is apparently old skool.<\/p>\n
I then go downstairs and prep a bottle – I don\u2019t always breastfeed at night as it makes me super sleepy and I worry I\u2019ll fall asleep on her. Night time is also the only real opportunity I get to slather my tits in thrush cream as we\u2019re still battling passing that back and forth as I breastfeed during the day. I add some \u2018baby tummy tea\u2019 to her bottle to help with the farts. I return upstairs and she\u2019s sort of sleeping again. So now what? Wake and change\/feed her? I get back into bed and start googling because that\u2019s how we do. I\u2019m looking up different tummy massage techniques for expelling baby farts and come across \u2018water wheel\u2019 (I just think \u2018wagon wheel\u2019 and make a mental note to see if they do dairy free versions in the morning because yum?) and \u2018belly button smile\u2019. In for a penny…I lift her sleepy warm body out of her snuz pod and put her on my bed. I start water wheel and then move on to belly button smile before doing the old faithfuls; bicycle legs and knees to chest. Some little pops come out but nothing too pleasing. No, no, no, I want the almighty thunderclap of farts to emerge. It never comes. Just itty bitty pops. <\/p>\n
It\u2019s 3am before I know it. HOW? She\u2019s squirming. I decide to check nappy after all…Then I feed her whatever she wants to take from the 130ml bottle. She decides 80ml is enough. I do loads of burping including circular burping which a NCT pal taught me last week and then put her on my shoulder where she snoozes easily and i\u2019m a knackered but content mumma as she nestles in. Her little noises. The smell of her fluffy, sort of freshly washed head.<\/p>\n
4.15am<\/b><\/p>\n
I transferred baby back to snuzpod but god it\u2019s precarious- she\u2019s still uncomfortable \ud83d\ude41 And I\u2019m pretty much awake now so should I just get up?!<\/p>\n
Decide to turn the room fan off – even though it might be acting like white noise? and put some Baby Einstein strings music playlist thing on via Spotify. <\/p>\n
I can officially say that John is home TOMORROW. He has a show in Hamburg tonight and then is home Monday. He\u2019s been away since Weds. I think it\u2019s very important he has some daddy daughter time on his return. Like at least a weeks worth right?<\/p>\n
I check email, looking for a reply from the midwife\/lactation consultant\/osteopath lady to see if she can see Elodie for this night time squirming windy issue. No reply yet. <\/p>\n
Ok I really should try and sleep. \u2018Sleep when baby sleeps\u2019 and all that. Oh how I HATE that line. <\/p>\n
The fluffy white dog next door starts barking in its back garden so I\u2019m convinced there\u2019s a wannabe intruder lurking. So I run to the back rooms – one where I change baby, and the bathroom – and pull the windows in on the latch. I\u2019m going mental.<\/p>\n
4.29am<\/b><\/p>\n
Nope, she\u2019s really uncomfortable. I get her out of her snuzpod and onto my shoulder. She\u2019s sick down my neck. Totally fine baby girl, mummy\u2019s here. I water wheel her again and she\u2019s asleep. But in my bed – noooooo. Do I risk another transfer or let her sleep here for a bit while I, I dunno, online shop? Pinterest? Meanwhile, the birds outside are having a fucking party. Question. Why are there seagulls in Hertfordshire? <\/p>\n
5.30am<\/b><\/p>\n
So, we co-slept. With John away I shifted right over to his side and gave her loads of room. I rested with my knees tucked up at right angles to my body on the advice of a lactation consultant I saw a few weeks ago. She murmured and writhed (the baby, not the consultant) but she got a bit of rest, I think I got some too but would often reach over to her and give her tummy a gentle rub.<\/p>\n
6.30am<\/b><\/p>\n
I have a really upset baby. I run and wash my boobs (thrush cream) and then quickly put her on the left boob. She tucks in. I\u2019ve read somewhere that breastmilk can act a bit like a laxative so hoping this early morning feed helps her release whatever is stuck. I needed to wee when I ran to wash my boobs just then but didn\u2019t. Damn. Dog is circling the bed wanting his breakfast. Cool. The thing about sausage dogs is they aren\u2019t allowed to do stairs because of their fragile frame. I mean this one never attempts to go down a set of stairs anyway, but it means he\u2019s reliant on a human to carry him. So I keep having the dilemma while on my own of who do I take downstairs first? Baby or dog? Either way means leaving baby for – I know – all of 30 seconds. But still…I tell Rupert that it\u2019s too early for his breakkie and to get in his bed. He\u2019s such a good boy and does as he\u2019s told.<\/p>\n
6.57am<\/b><\/p>\n
She\u2019s asleep in my arms and has done some farting. God I\u2019d like to get a bit more sleep as I\u2019m averaging 3.5-4 hours only in the last two nights and finding zero respite during the days but I can\u2019t move her, she\u2019s so comfy and I think laying horizontally across my body, turned in towards my chest is helping with the wind. So here I\u2019ll just sit? Pinterest the extension project, check WhatsApp for when John is online in Germany, refresh emails, and of course, instagram.<\/p>\n
7am<\/b><\/p>\n
She stirs and does a little burp and looks up at me with her big baby blues. God you\u2019re gorgeous my little bear. It doesn\u2019t matter that mummy isn\u2019t sleeping, I\u2019ll do anything you need or want. I put her back on the nip and away she goes. <\/p>\n
I\u2019m hungry. Dinner lastnight consisted of a slice of toast with apricot jam, a digestive and a handful of blueberries shovelled in my mouth directly from the punnet. It\u2019s 100% better than the night before where there was no dinner. I\u2019m managing lunches as she wriggles in her pram in awe at her hanging toys there but evenings alone are really difficult as that\u2019s when she\u2019s starting to show signs of discomfort so literally wants to be on me all the time. There\u2019s no time to pop even a jacket in the oven let alone butter it, toss some salad around it and actually eat it? <\/p>\n
So while she\u2019s still suckling, let\u2019s think about the next steps. Depending on her mood and general vibe after this feeding sesh I may try and shower. Now this routine consists of me getting the Moses basket and her favourite book and placing her in it on the floor of the shower room. I then have what can only be described as a FUCKING QUICK SHOWER where I talk or sing or make her current fave \u2018bbbbrrrr bbbbbbrrr\u2019 noises at her the whole time to let her know I\u2019m there and won\u2019t be long. Of course she hasn\u2019t a sodding clue what I\u2019m trying to communicate. She\u2019s *generally* ok with this situation because of said book. Showers just aren\u2019t the same, well lols, nothing is. Everything I do is rushed. There\u2019s no time to waste. When John\u2019s back I am going to ask (it\u2019ll probably come out as a whiney beg) him to have her while I take a bath. This mumma needs a moment to relax a bit. My body is tightly coiled, not through stress per se, but through the way I bend and arch and hold her throughout the day that my bod just isn\u2019t used to. I haven\u2019t had a bath for what must be 11-12 weeks now and it used to be one of my go-to relaxation aids.<\/p>\n
On that note, I\u2019m also vowing to myself to start one exercise class a week from this week; yoga or pilates. Probably pilates as I want to feel my body do more pressing stuff, want to feel it ache the next day. I know…but you know what I mean right? For a YEAR now I\u2019ve been sort of scared to move. I did pregnancy yoga and walking but that was it and even with those I was so acutely aware that something so precious was inside me that I didn\u2019t want to harm in any way. So it was with constant trepidation that I\u2019d move my body beyond normal day to day activities. I\u2019d often say to John that I couldn\u2019t wait to get my body back and by no means did I mean \u2018figure\u2019. I really couldn\u2019t care less about that just now and feel strangely confident with this new bod. What I meant was I wanted my body back for just me, not to share it anymore. Selfish? It was more about feeling so super restricted because of fear of the little life inside me. Maybe that\u2019s a hard one to explain when super tired. Let\u2019s move on…<\/p>\n
7.30am<\/b><\/p>\n
She\u2019s back on the boob so I multitask and do some Instagram storying asking peeps for Colic help. Cranial Osteopathy is a big yes from the crowd and also a homeopathic product called Colic Calm – add to basket!! <\/p>\n
8.30am<\/b><\/p>\n
Still in bed under her…dog still isn\u2019t fed, he\u2019s livid. I\u2019m still not showered. I\u2019m staring at the mound of washing at the foot of our bed. The laundry basket is overflowing and there\u2019s a second pile just as high as it leaned up at its side. I really wish I had Mary Poppins powers to get some shit done while I\u2019m just sat here, you know, keeping a human alive. I\u2019d like to click my fingers to send the dirty towels swirling up and down the stairs, popping themselves in the washing machine and enjoying a nice gentle 30 degree cycle before slipping themselves into the tumble drier for a spin.<\/p>\n
9am<\/b><\/p>\n
Baby trying to squeeze a poo out. She always gets a bit panicky so I switch her over to the right boob to relax her…and some farts thud out. WINNING!<\/p>\n
9.20am<\/b><\/p>\n
Oh hey! She\u2019s still on the boob. And possibly pooing at the same time. Clever girl. Dog famished.<\/p>\n
9.26am<\/b><\/p>\n
Ok, time to get this show on the road people. Nappy change. I make up a new song. \u201cA monkey monkey moo, I love you\u201d. And repeat. I file her nails. Writing this next bit from the future as I feed her downstairs. Anyway, before shower we had a play as I changed her and Rupert got in on the action and was super cute, although got to watch him as he gets overexcited. No baby poo, just wee. So those were just well stinky farts earlier as I was breastfeeding. Wow.<\/p>\n
9.46am<\/b><\/p>\n
Shower time. I decide to STILL not feed Rupert and opt for a shower instead. He\u2019s running around my feet. Patience little sausage. I put Elodie in her Moses basket and cart her off to the floor of the shower room, her Moses adorned with her two fave upstairs books. She\u2019s on the edge. Doesn\u2019t know whether to be cool or play up. I strip off, breast pads and sanitary towels (yep still bleeding, must speak to the health visitor about that, keep forgetting) tossed into a nappy sack and I crash into the shower. On your marks….<\/p>\n
While I\u2019m showering, about 25 glorious seconds into it, one of the cloth books falls on her face. I yank that shower door back and spring out to retrieve it. Back into the shower. <\/p>\n
After showers these days it takes that bit longer to get dressed; fresh breastpads and sanitary pads to attach, oil to rub in my c-sec scar. Baby patiently waits but is defo on the turn.<\/p>\n
10am<\/b><\/p>\n
Dressed (in creased joggers and a tee that reads \u2018COCKTAILS!\u2019 which is ironic as I really don\u2019t want alcohol), I lift the Moses avec Bebe into my bedroom and decide that Rupert needs to get downstairs for a pee. So I LEAVE baby upstairs and sweep the dog up into my arms, plus two empty baby bottles, a bib and a muslin (autocorrect always wants this to read Muslim which is wholly inappropriate in sentences like \u2018I threw a clean Muslim over my shoulder and she puked all over it\u2019 but I digress…) and dash onwards. I fling open the back door, he charges out. Then I run back upstairs and collect baby who still isn\u2019t kicking off (thank you thank you). I place her in her pram bassinet because of the dangly toys she likes there and feed Rupert. Then I wipe down all surfaces that possibly came into contact with his food. Time for her bottle plus a sachet of baby probiotics that I\u2019ve had her on for a month or so following the antibiotics she had to have in hospital. She\u2019s getting more aggravated in her pram as mummy is JUST NOT GOING QUICK ENOUGH. She\u2019s been on the boobs for near on two hours all told today so we\u2019re going to go for a bottle now. 165ml of warm organic yumminess. It\u2019s made and we\u2019re on. It\u2019s 10.15. I snatch my soaked oats (ok this makes me sound really organised..no no, I\u2019ve decided to soak porridge oats in milk overnight now purely as a time saving exercise in the morning because mornings are MENTAL). I tear up a medjool date (ok now I sound like a div), throw some blueberries and raspberries on the situation and move towards the chair I feed her in. Yeah she\u2019s now crying. I hoist her up and smell her head and tell her \u2018milky is coming bubba!\u2019 and fasten a bib around her which always makes her mega excited about life. We start to feed. It takes half hour and I must\u2019ve kissed her little soft chicky head around 100 times.<\/p>\n
I then have to keep her upright for atleast 20 mins because of wind and sick and trying to avoid a bad case of both. So she falls asleep in the crook of my arm and we just stay there. I carefully reach for my bowl of oats and shit and rest that bowl on my free knee and spoon that goodness in my mouth like there\u2019s no tomorrow. You never know when you\u2019ll next eat when you\u2019re a home alone mum. <\/p>\n
She has a gentle nap, wakes up with a smile and does what sounds like the most mega of shits EVER. I\u2019m so proud. Get it all out baby. She doesn\u2019t enjoy pooing, she looks scared so I reassure her that it\u2019s cool as she turns dark red and strains so hard, flaring her baby nostrils. <\/p>\n
11.27am<\/b> <\/p>\n
I take her upstairs to finish her mammoth shit.<\/p>\n
11.47am<\/b><\/p>\n
We come back downstairs and the 12-1pm Tesco delivery is early. She starts hiccuping, I start hunting for the front door keys which I swear I already brought down. Nope. Back up we go, she\u2019s getting upset. Back down we go and she does another shit on our descent. That\u2019s going to have to wait now. I negotiate chasing Rupert out into the garden and Tesco man brings the shopping in while I hold her. Rupert is going mad outside. \u2018Sorry just anywhere will do\u2019. Ok, the floor because it seems all surfaces are taken up. Christ, I need just 10 mins to whizz round and tidy at some point. I put her in her pram and put the shopping away, no time to throw out old stuff too, will get to that \u2018later\u2019. I\u2019ve got John his fave choc orange rice cake things, biscuits and some Wicked Kitchen vegan wraps. I decide to listen to a chapter of Mum Face hopeful that baby will have a little nap now she\u2019s pooed for England. Nope. She\u2019s hungry and starts wailing. I pick her up and on the left boob she goes, it\u2019s 12.10. She still has poo in her nappy. I\u2019d really like a coffee and to brush my teeth.<\/p>\n
While she\u2019s feeding I am hands free as she rests in and on my arms. So I request a cranial osteopathy appointment online for her for next week because her nights are getting more unsettled, more windy. What else can I do while I\u2019m here…<\/p>\n
12.43pm<\/b><\/p>\n
She startles and leaves the boob. She looks asleep but looks can be deceiving…<\/p>\n
12.47pm<\/b><\/p>\n
So look at that, it\u2019s nearly lunchtime but I don\u2019t feel \u2018ready\u2019 yet. I look like I\u2019ve been exhumed. I\u2019d quite like to arrange my hair in some way and pop a little makeup on. Nothing fancy. But even though she\u2019s been on the boob a lot today already she\u2019ll be due her bottle top up anytime now. So do I just get that going now or aim to have something myself first (and my longed for coffee?!) If I put her down, she\u2019ll cry because it\u2019s so near feeding time. Hhmmm. Before I know it it\u2019ll be 7pm and the start of the bedtime routine\/wind down. <\/p>\n
Fuck! She still has shit in her pants. Ok so that needs sorting before anything else…however she\u2019s attached herself to the boob again, so we wait.<\/p>\n
13.01pm<\/b> <\/p>\n
She\u2019s continuing her poo from earlier so all good. I squirt boob milk up her nose. Not great.<\/p>\n
13.10pm<\/b><\/p>\n
Nappy change upstairs. A little bitty poo, hhmmm. Is she done? Who knows. She\u2019s not happy this nappy change because she\u2019s now hungry again. I can hear the neighbours dining al fresco. <\/p>\n
Somewhere between 1-2pm<\/b><\/p>\n
She kicks off. Really crying. I can\u2019t put her down as she wails but I have to to make her next feed. It\u2019s awful to hear and I actually wonder what looks the neighbours are giving in my direction as our back door is open. I need to eat too so I grab a ready made wrap from the fridge, make her bottle and fetch her to the chair I feed in. She is SO unhappy and I feel a little emotional now. I wanted today to be happier than yesterday, a really tough day. Keep it together Vicky, she\u2019s just hungry and you\u2019ve got the goods. We sit and feed. Half way through and after a burp, I get my wrap and take a bite then continue to feed my babe. I need to get her down for a nap after this but I\u2019m worried she\u2019ll only do so in my arms. Need to try. As I\u2019m feeding her and feeling a bit bleugh, no joke, she reaches for my little finger and grabs it. I know she didn\u2019t choose to do that to comfort me but my Christ I am. I love her SO MUCH. My little tiny bestie. <\/p>\n
Somewhere between 2-3pm<\/b><\/p>\n
She\u2019s not happy unless I\u2019m holding her, touching her. Poor little lady. I\u2019m not confident enough with wearing her in a carrier\/sling yet and think it\u2019s too hot for that too. So I have to leave her to cry in her sleepyhead while I frantically sterilise bottles and clear some surfaces, empty the dishwasher and put a fresh batch of water in the distiller. I hate it. I treat myself to a coffee through gritted teeth and a tugged at heart and go sit next to her. I put her on the right boob and click play on Mad Men. This sounds like a luxury to be watching Netflix right? I\u2019d honestly rather have half hour to whizz round the house trying to restore some order. <\/p>\n
Rupert wants feeding. <\/p>\n
Somewhere between 3-4pm<\/b><\/p>\n
I feed Rupert and realise I forgot to defrost another tub of raw grub for him so I top it up with some Lily\u2019s Kitchen which thankfully John had stocked up on.
\nI breastfeed on the left before taking her upstairs to change her heavy nappy. We have a play upstairs on her play mat as she increasingly tries to reach the dangly toys on her wooden play gym. I then think it would be a grand idea to plan ahead and get some things ready for bath time later – shit, is her towel dry? I empty the bin full of nappies and put that at the top of the stairs. Fully intend to put that in the actual bin outside later. Get my various sanitary and breast pads ready. We head downstairs, I retrieve her bath towel and prepare a bottle for her. I also wash the little jug and flask I use for her bedtime tea. I sterilise everything again. I then have a quick read about separation anxiety and wonder if she has some of that at the mo.<\/p>\n
4.30pm<\/b><\/p>\n
I start another feeding sesh. Shit are we missing John on the telly?<\/p>\n
I notice the two hard boiled eggs I chucked on the hob earlier – that\u2019s dinner sorted at least. I can\u2019t see the dining table for washing plus my makeup bag that didn\u2019t get opened today. Ah well who cares. Just me and my girl and she doesn\u2019t seem to mind that mummy looks like a toe… or is that why she\u2019s so unsettled?<\/p>\n
5pm<\/b><\/p>\n
I switch on BT Sport for the UFC Prelims, to hear John\u2019s voice and to see how the show he\u2019s been busily prepping for goes. I start checking Twitter for viewers comments about the show.<\/p>\n
5.07pm<\/b><\/p>\n
Massive shit happening on my lap as I feed her \ud83d\ude42 <\/p>\n
5.45pm<\/b><\/p>\n
We head upstairs to change nappy. We play, I sing Twinkle, twinkle little star and it\u2019s like she\u2019s never been happier with me. We do some tummy time until she hates life and I then have a quick look at wrist rattles online. I swing by our room to check the temperature, 26.7 – gah! Open more windows hoping for breeze. <\/p>\n
I need to file my nails <\/p>\n
18.10pm<\/b><\/p>\n
We\u2019re downstairs and she\u2019s on the right boob for 6 mins then she sleeps in my arms.
\nI\u2019m worried about the lack of naps today – haven\u2019t recorded them.<\/p>\n
18.22pm<\/b><\/p>\n
She\u2019s back on the right boob again, then I eat those two boiled eggs followed by an apple – LOLS – dinner apparently. <\/p>\n
7.25pm<\/b><\/p>\n
She\u2019s enjoying a 165ml bottle which takes her 35mins – I then carry her around as I prep her tummy tea, collect clean muslins from the tumble drier, and generally gather what I need upstairs for the night.<\/p>\n
I have to put her down to sterilise everything so I sing her new fave, Twinkle, twinkle little star as she\u2019s by my side in the kitchen in her pram – she literally LOVES it. Smiles all round.<\/p>\n
8.15pm<\/b><\/p>\n
Time for the bedtime routine. I take Rupes upstairs first then dash down for Elodie who I plop straight on to the play mat while I prep her bath and Rupes runs and hides through fear that I\u2019m running the water for him.<\/p>\n
She\u2019s done another little poo I discover as I undress her for bath time.<\/p>\n
I bath her and she\u2019s very happy about that. She\u2019s starting to splash around and have fun in there too which is a delight!<\/p>\n
Before dressing her I do some light tummy massage.<\/p>\n
8.45pm<\/b><\/p>\n
I decide to put her on the left boob in bed instead of giving her a bottle – I order her some wrist rattles as I feed her plus a wooden teether and a wooden rattle from Amazon. Big up my multitasking self.<\/p>\n
9.15pm<\/b><\/p>\n
She comes off the boob and now I have the fear about the cot transfer!!! Didn\u2019t go well. Even with a particularly tuneful rendition of twinkle twinkle little star. Cry cry, stare stare at mummy as I have my hand on her tummy (\u2018still touch\u2019 technique to reassure). Remember I haven\u2019t frickin burped her since the boob. I get her out and get a burp out too. Yassss! I then cradle her in my arms at the side of her snuz pod until she\u2019s out. Cradle a little longer because IS SHE OUT? Do the gentlest of transfers to the cot and PING! HI MUMMY LOOK AT MY BIG EYES CAN I HAVE A CUDDLE PLEASE? Except I\u2019m again bursting for a wee so I leg it to the bathroom and do that. I light foot legged it back to the bedroom and she\u2019s asleep? How does she do that? How does she convince me that she\u2019s never ever going to sleep ever again so help her god and then in a matter of seconds she\u2019s gone while I\u2019m out of the room? I head back to the bathroom, sort sanitary and breast pads out, wash boobs and actually don\u2019t put the thrush cream on tonight as I might breastfeed in the wee hours, I so prefer that but just worry about how much, or little she\u2019s getting and that we might end up being up on a night feed for double the time if she then needs a formula top up. I slip on nightie, wash my face and brush my teeth for what I realise is the first and last time today. Grim.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve got the fan on in the bedroom because it\u2019s 27.2 degrees – GAH! – so the sounds of my climbing into bed next to her which are so minute but that usually wake her every god damn time are masked. Success. I\u2019m now writing this as it\u2019s just turned 10pm and I\u2019m thinking about nestling down myself. 10pm is a respectable time and I\u2019ve been up pretty much 21 hours. Goodo. <\/p>\n
See you in a few little button nose.<\/p>\n
Fuck. Forgot to soak my oats.<\/p>\n
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