I know this sounds pathetic, especially to those of you out there with two or more children, but half term on my own with 2 kids is very daunting. Its February and the weather is rubbish so its not like I could plan lots of outdoor stuff or just be out in the garden.
Alex is still only tiny at 9 weeks old so about as dependant as they come but I don't want DD to miss out on fun stuff either. A cloning machine would be handy then I could be in 2 places at once.
The milk tsunami eased off over the weekend and I can now feed him again without him drowning in the stuff. That was so stressful, usually feeding is so easy.
On Monday I go up to Leicester to see old school friends and my best mate who now lives in Cornwall is travelling up to see family and meets us there too. She meets Alex for the first time and has loads of cuddles with him. We had to decide whether to go this morning is one of my friends daughters woke up with an eye infection but we go anyway armed with anti-bac. its a lovely relaxing day - DD has fun playing with her friends and I get to pass Alex around and get served a lovely lunch - perfect. We plan our 40th birthday get together in May which will be the first time I leave the baby boy overnight. I am so looking fward to some pampering, shopping, eating and drinking. I drive home with 2 contented kids and think that half term is a doddle, what was I worrying about?
Tuesday brings me back down to earth. Alex is a bit squwarky (is that a word??) and DD wants my attention so I have my hands full all day. I take DD to a cheerleading taster session late morning and meet her little friend there so they do it together. Me & J get to have a coffee outside while we wait for them - first hot drink of the day for me. I had hoped the boy would stay alseep but no such luck and I feed him on a minature kiddie chair outside the cheerleading hall. In the afternoon I am split between the two of them, either feeding or making sock puppets ( no guesses what with who). The house is a state but no time to do a thing.
Wednesday is better - DD goes to a friends in the afternoon to play so I get a few hours with just Alex.
Thursday is the only day its not pouring with rain and we go to a parks trust thing in the morning for DD - theres a treasure hunt and activities etc. Trouble is my pram is not built for muddy walks and I end up with either DD's wellies stuck in the mud or the pram wheels stuck like a fly in treacle. Its no fun at all really and I wonder what I was thinking. Alex starts bawling but we are ready to go home anyway. We snuggle up on the sofa in the afternoon and watch one of the million Barbie movies I have on sky+. The house is still a bombsite but I am past caring this week now.
And Friday comes at last and ends the week with another playdate for DD and she has fun at a friends house for most of the day. And actually the house feels quiet without her and I just have a baby to look after. I take Alex to the docs to have his follow up from the other week. She concedes that his head is looking better now he has been for cranial osteopathy and is happy that he is smiling loads now. She signs him off and doesnt want to see him again. Hooray.
The nights have improved slightly and the clever little boy now goes down in his room by 7pm fast asleep and then wakes about 12.30/1am for milk and again about 4am. I get myself to bed by 9pm and woo hoo I get almost 4 hours sleep before the first feed. I am getting used to it now and don't feel the need for daytime naps like I did before............the light at the end of the tunnel.
I am having the occasional alcoholic drink now too - rightly or wrongly but I don't think it will do him any harm. Just some cider or a small glass of wine 3 or 4 times a week and helps me chill out. The hard part is stopping at one glass.............
I survived the week, and although it was bloody hard work hopefully I will get used to it. 6 weeks until Easter and then its 2 weeks, Lord help me.
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