I've never been in sole charge of a newborn before - I've always had D around to help and talk things over (yet another benefit of homebirth - you don't have the horrible bit in hospital when your partner...long period of lying like a frog with his face pressed into my (temporarily handily ample) cleavage. But it's going to be a long and isolated-feeling night and I suspect I'm not going to get much sleep
...breakfast and then being with PB at other meal times. Also because the food is utterly terrible. But I did make it to breakfast this morning and seeing the other women who've had their babies in the last few days made me realise that we're no longer in the 'completely newborn' period. Seeing them all moving so gingerly, wincing as they sat down on the hard chairs, one poor woman leaking...
i was so glad that my In-flight Supervisor (IFS) let me be D2 on the way back from London - D2 is one of the favourite work positions on the A380 cos there are only 88 passengers (max) on the upper deck...la! ". haha.. everyone keeps telling me that, because it's always easier to play with others' kids cos you return them at the end of the day! hopefully, our future kiddos take our good genes.. haha
...the category of Things I Do Not Understand: Girls randomly deciding to get pregnant because they want a baby and are happy with their boyfriend, so whimsically they begin trying to create life. Babies are not accessories or games. This isn't a contest or a race. If you can't support that baby without his help, you better hope he doesn't walk away from you. I have far more respect for a single...
Starring: Grandniece #2 as the Devourer Niece-in-law #1 as the Devourer's Auntie/the Devoured Nephew #1 (off screen) as the Laughing Uncle Shot and directed by Nephew #1
... I've been experiencing this baby as much easier than PB was as a newborn. This is undoubtedly partly because the birth was much better and I know what I'm doing more and am better at reading babies, but it's also partly from him. He is/was a much more settled and contented baby who only cries for perfectly obvious reasons (and so, hardly at all at home, because we can attend to those needs...
Babies, babies everywhere, and none of them are mine. Which is to say that one of the Universe's laws seems to be that after you suffer a loss, you'll have reminders of what you lost (not like you need them, they're just there for torture value) shoved into your face every time you turn around. I work in an academic library. Where are all the babies coming from? Wouldn't it be nice if you could...
