and half a braincell working 😉 (so know how you feel Deb!)
Soa is currently on her big sister’s knee, or trying to crawl up her shoulder. She appears to like crawling up ppl’s shoulders. She is a very strong willed baby, who likes to feed frequently, but for some reason, doesn’t open her mouth properly when lying on her left hand side, so I’m getting thoroughly chomped on my right 🙁 I seem to recall that Small had similar issues, though I think he was the other way around, and so the rugby ball hold that I employed effectively with him has come back into play.
Also seem to recall that that only became an issue with him at our first Kessingland, and it was one of the many kind strangers (though mainly virtual friends) that suggested that solution in the first place. I remember sitting in our caravan while numbers of ppl I’d never met irl before filed past my breasts and examined them in great detail. Or so it seemed 😆 There’s no dignity in childbirth it seems to me, and not a great deal more when you’re getting breastfeeding established!
We are getting established, though it is taking its toll on me and on family life. Soa is still quite firmly nocturnal with her standard long nap happening first thing in the morning, which has meant there have been several days when I haven’t surfaced til noon. The other children, despite Tim being here, have felt that lack. It’s usually me that supervises their work efforts, as Tim is doing his own work in the office, and I think they miss my presence. The routine we’d established before the birth has paid off though, with them getting on with some work most days whether there’s a parent around or not.
We are obviously having some teething problems as we settle in to being a family of five, it’s only to be expected, especially after being baby-less for so long. I confess to sobbing this afternoon – sheer exhaustion setting in after I made an effor to get up this morning so as to make Big happier, and she effectively ignored me throughout. Which made me wish I hadn’t bothered, and I ended up in bed this afternoon instead. Hohum.
But I know all of this will pass and these wonderful snuggles (is there anything as soft and wonderful as a baby’s head snuggling against you?) will fade into the past, and if I don’t write them down now, I won’t remember how brilliant they are.
Wouldn’t miss it for all the tears, sore nipples and sleepless nights in the world.