This week I settle into a bit of a routine with Alex and the flow of visitors slows to a trickle. I don't want to do it but feel its time to take down all the baby boy cards and put them away. There are so many, and friends have been so generous with gifts.
As I feel a bit more normal I start to look into a few mum and baby activities for us to do while DD is at school and I sign up for Baby Massage classes starting this Thursday. Too soon for swimming as he is a bit little but plan to start this in March.
The night times don't change much but I am starting to feel the effects of 5 weeks of disrupted sleep. When he is feeding at night I become a bit obsessed with counting how many chunks of sleep I have had - 3 hours + 2 hours + 1.5 hours = 6.5 hours etc etc. I try not to but I can't help it. Sometimes I am out of bed just for 30 mins, other times its 2 hours depending on how much milk he wants and how quickly he settles back in his moses basket. As I feed him in very quietly in the semi-darkness I can't read, play on the DS or do anything to occupy my mind at all. If only I could blog with my head and transmit the words through space to my computer. That would save me some time. I am rewarded though with a very cute boy sleeping on my shoulder as I wind him and sometimes a very milky burp in the face. Or cheesy baby sick over me if he has overindulged.
DH has been having the occasional sleep in the spare room on weekdays just so that he is not disturbed and can function at work. But on Saturday night he says he will sleep in the spare room again so that he can 'get a lie in in the morning as he has no chance to do so in the week' I don't appreciate this at all and tell him I think its a bit selfish. For f**ks sake !!!! A lie in- I would be happy with 4 consecutive hours. I go to bed feeling slightly annoyed but fall asleep before I have chance to dwell on it. Anyway, I have a terrible night with Alex, he has a slight cold and snuffles like a pig all night and as well as feeding him every 3 hours, he is awake from 5am and I just hold him upright as he can't breath properly lying down. I am sat in the nursery at 7am feeding him and DH pops in with a breezy 'did you have a good night then???' I am feeling tearful and bloody tired. I want to bash DH over the head with a very heavy object. I don't though and just shut the door and tell him to go away before I say something I regret - I tell him I feel like I am doing a lot of things on my own. The reality of it is actually, he does more than pull his weight around the house but yesterday he and DD went swimming ( gone 3 hours) and also spent 2 hours on his own making a model dinosaur (don't ask) so I did a lot on my own and for Alex but got no break even to have a shower in peace. Anyway, like most things, we sort it out quickly without argument and he is great all day Sunday, taking Alex from me and allowing me an afternoon sleep and time with DD. I love my little boy more than I ever thought possible but I do miss time with my little girl too and I am slowly learning to juggle time being a parent of two........
On Thursday I do the baby massage class. Its quite good actually, Very chilled out - we only do 1 massage for about 15 minutes and spend the other 1 hour 45 minutes chatting, feeding, changing nappies and finally eating chocolate cake and drinking tea. Thats my kind of baby activity. Back again next week. Alex likes it anyway and he sleeps for ages when we get home. I am £65 lighter though for a 5 week course so hopefully I will learn more than how to eat cake and drink tea. I'm quite good at that already.
On Friday I visit my lovely colleagues at the office. Its very very busy and I wonder how I ever had enough of a brain to do my job properly......the last time I was there was on the 18th November. Of course I never went back and started my maternity leave 3 weeks early as I was admitted to hospital that night. Its pudding club time at 2pm and I turn up in time to eat a plate of delish lemon tart. Last year we did the great british bake off and everyone took a turn at baking a cake for each Friday. Sounds a bit wierd - you have to be there, we like to amuse ourselves at work with some bizarre things. Everyone makes a big fuss of Alex and of course he gets passed around for cuddles. Its great to see everyone. I only stay an hour though as it is so busy and I know whats its like when you have work to do.
I cannot believe its almost the last week of January - where did that month go????
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