LK is now 8lbs! She has gained 1/3rd of her birth weight! Apparently I am doing something right here. I am still a mess of anxiety, depression and sleep deprivation (for which the perinatal MH team provided some sleeping pills….which was totally unhelpful).
I am wed to my kindle for night feeds: it helps with the staying awake. I am petrified of falling asleep with her on me. At the same time, I want to encourage her to be sleepy.
She is the most beautiful baby.
It is possible to have a UTI go unnoticed for 8 weeks if you drink enough water and fail to twig that cloudy wee might be a signal that something is amiss (honestly. Nothing stinged until a really dehydrated wee when breastfeeding).
It is really hard to stay hydrated when breastfeeding.
Babies don’t have clocks.
Reusable wet wipes are da bomb.
A determined LK can fight her way out of a swaddle in 5 minutes, and spat the dummy out after 3 minutes… she is the noisiest sleeper in the world, which makes it tough to work out if the world is going to end in the next 5 minutes if FOOD doesn’t happen.
We both prefer feeding on the left hand side. Fortunately, pumping statistics suggest that the left hand boob is a bit of an overachiever on the milk front.
Cloth nappies are easier than I hought.
For surely, Birkenstocks are all one needs to wear in this weather? Means LK gets lots of skin contact, and I am less sweaty after wrestling her into a nappy (she wriggles!). It is not, however, an edifying sight and people will insist on visiting so I have to dress. I have not yet embraced the full European experience and my armpits remain groomed. One must have some standards.
LK is a very advanced baby. She followed Moonitorn the Unicorn with her eyes today, and her head control is getting more stable. She also sucks on her hands at moments of needing food. She knows where her towel is, but is not keen on baths, possibly because I am nervy. Both attempts have involved a dirty protest…
I am dithering over a dummy. Some of her feeds have been epic, and I am sure that it’s comfort she wants. Alas, my nipples are protesting.
Three more weeks of anti-coagulants. Assuming that the potential DVT I thought had occurred a week ago is definitely a figleaf of my overactive imagination.
She’s been here for a week, after being induced owing to a lack of movement. There was a bit of a pattern of this throughout my pregnancy. But this time, she didn’t perk up the next day….usually she would. So in we went at 4:30am on a Wednesday morning, totally unprepared for me to be admitted or in hospital for almost a week. Hospital was a bit of a nightmare, particularly at night.
She’s 6lbs 2oz of miraculous joy and luck, arriving Friday 13th at 6:41am after 12 hours of labour (some of which was back labour) and two epidurals.
Henceforth to be known as LK, or Little Knotter, as she had tied a true knot in her umbilical cord. This is rare, only 1 in 2000 babies do it. But then again, we know all about rare occurrences round here…. we seem to specialise in them!
And she is so, so, beautiful.
Aka: it’s been years since I’ve done a Saturday list
Retrieve laundry from line
- Wash overnight nappies Have nappy wash. Need to read instructions on temperature for washing.
- Track down playpen on eBay May have found a Graco Pack N Play, beloved of the Americans.
- Do letters for flag
Locate lost knitted bootie or knit another It was under the notebook with the “birth plan” in it.
- Buy sausages from sausage stall Postponed until August. We have no space in the freezer.
- Book dentist and general health assessment (possible the latter to happen post-baby) Both need phoning during office hours. Apparently I can’t have an online appointment until November when the 6 mth dental appointment is due. But I have enthusiastically bleeding gums.
- Go swimming every other day Started well. Both of us cooled down and felt more energetic.
- Spin in tour de fleece Well, I found the fluff….
- Finish Safe Space online training
- Guidemin (new volunteers especially)
- Wrap paternal birthday present and
get card Also got cards for N’s birthday. Waiting on arrival of paternal present.
Sainsbury shop forgot the sultanas. But wow! Aircon!
- Finish grey cardigan
- Watch Tour de France and spin in Tour de Fleece
Get present for nephew (no point in knitting. Infant lives in Dubai most of the time)
- Block random baby knits
- Pack up and mail baby hat for S
- Track down last set of nappies on eBay. Buy nappy buckets and dirty bags and disposable liners in one go Decided to ask nappy lady for non-bamboo day nappies recommendation. Pausing.
- Read lots
- Nap occasionally (had a lovely one from 9:45 to 10:15 today. But had been woken at 6am by N’s alarm set to go cycling) Another two naps today. It’s the heat.
- Make fruit bags and baby knickers In with a chance now the sewing machine is downstairs. Poor N brought down the wrong one on the first try.
- Put solar photo thingy up (tape to window).
- Hide in cafes and cinema (with knitting)
- Enquire, regularly, of Thing1 as to what the heck it’s trying to achieve by walloping both ribs and pelvis simultaneously because both are bone and there are other locations to wallop which allow for more stretching Thing1 really not listening and evidently getting frustrated by the lack of space. There is not much I can do about this.
- Hydrate. Hydrate. Hydrate. This is a huge challenge.
- Perineal massage.
- Ignore people who are trying to be “helpful”
- But adore those who are actually helpful.
For surely, you will feel her wrath somehow. And it will probably take the shape of ‘you are in charge of the night feeds, matey’.
I really, really miss Em right now.