Needles - Yuck

Poor Muffin had his first needles yesterday. We had a good morning, he got all dressed up in his first big boy outfit (a little singlet and some boardies) and we had a pleasant walk around to the chemist for our fornightly weigh in and chat (he put on 700 grams) and then came home for a sleep and a feed and then another sleep and then it was time... I had to wake the poor little bear up to go (which I hate doing) but he was all happy and unsuspecting, and after a short wait at the doctors (they had some new mags though, well, they were from last November but at least that's an update from 2004 ones there previously) we went in.

He had to have two needles, which was a surprise to me, and my baby boy just screamed when they went in. I felt so terrible, not so much about the crying, cause I am kind of immune to it now, but because I couldn't protect him from the pain. He was fine after a quick leg rub, and we went home and had a feed and everything seemed good. Until 6.30. Then the screaming monster came out and couldn't be consoled. Daddy was sent around to the chemist for some baby Panadol, just in case the needle site was sore or something, but it was 3 hours later, and many false starts, before he settled down and fell asleep. I was expecting a really restless night, but to my surprise he slept until 4.30 this morning.

I have a love/hate relationship with those nights, and they do seem to be becoming more frequent (touch wood!). I love the uninterrupted sleep, but I hate the humungous, leaking, sore boobs that arise from it. They were so big that he was full after just one side, so I had to stumble around the kitchen cleaning and steralising the breast pump so I could get a bit of relief.

I have started putting my little precious in bed with me after DH goes to work. He seems to get unsettled when the sun comes up, but calms down when we sleep together. We both get a bit of a sleep in too! A well rested mummy is a happy mummy!

Just cruising

Everything is just cruising along nicely (now). We had a nightmare of a weekend. Left DS at Nanny's on Sat while DH slept in after his week of night shift. I had to go to Medicare, I actually got there before it opened and had to wait out the front like a goober, I handed over all my receipts and my form for the maternity payment, but forgot to get DH to sign it! Now I have to go back. Grr. I always post everything to Medicare, but you have to put that form in in person. Then made hairdressers appointment only to find out that my regular had left! We have been together for almost 4 years, apart from a breif fling I had last year on a cost cutting mission that failed miserably and saw me slinking back to her with my tail between my legs, and now she has gone. I will have to see if I can find out where she went...

DS had one of the worst nights I can remember on Sat. He just had too much stimulation through the day, and couldn't sleep. Every 3 hours I was up with him, and after my early start on Sat (we were up for good at about 6.30) I was an absolute mess on Sunday, bawling my eyes out at everything. Sunday night was more of the same, but since then everything has one back to normal. Go figure.

I think that the unpredictability of having a newborn has been the hardest thing for me. I think that's why everyone wants to get a routine so fast. We have a bit of one, but nothing you can set your watch by. I know it won't always be like this, but I do miss my eight hours of (consecutive) sleep.

I am slightly obsessed

I think I am slightly obsessed with Bec Hewitt and baby Mia. Not that I am a stalker or anything, I don't want to be her but we were pregnant at the same time and it is just interesting to see what her baby looks like and how she is recovering and stuff. I have to say that I am quite disappointed in Woman's Day though, I bought a copy this week and they didn't even have new photos (wow, I really do have problems). They did have some piccies of Jen and Ben (also pregnant together) and Rod and Penny (ditto). I am proud to say that they both have my pram (go Bugaboo), I always told DH that it was the famous person's pram. They probably don't have their baby sleeping in the basinette though! I just love pregnant celebrities, ever since I started thinking about having a family it feels like every second Hollywood star is have babies!

Is this a routine...

I think that we may have inavertantly stumbled across a routine, my baby boy and I. There really does seem to be a pattern emerging from has previously felt like random feeding, playing and sleeping. I almost don't want to talk about it in case I jinx myself! It seems like the day has turned into feed for about half an hour, play for about an hour and then into noddy-land we go. He has been sleeping like a trouper at night time as well. Friday night was our record, he went nigh-nigh's at about 8.30, then I didn't hear a peep out of him until 2am. I even got up to check that he was still breathing. Every night since has had a big sleep as well. Mummy is loving getting big chunks of uninterrupted sleep too, although the boobs don't seem to appreciate it. I have taken to sleeping with a towel up my pj top because the the soft bra and breast pads were just getting way too annoying. A misplaced towel does cause a bit of a mess on the sheets though!

I have four weeks to go until I spend a whole weekend away from DS. All day Saturday and half of Sunday. DH has already informed me that he will be spending that night at my mum's house as he is scared that he won't wake up when the boy cries (he sleeps through everything now). I have been stocking up the freezer with milk so there is plenty to leave for them.

Healthwise, the past week has been interesting. Had DS to the GP on Friday with two swollen eyelids. Normally I am quite laidback as a mum, if I can find what I think is wrong in Babylove (my bible) I usually keep an eye on it but aren't too worried. The eyelid thing I couldn't find, so off we trotted. The GP said everything looked fine, and the Paed backed that up at our 6 week check on Monday so all is well. Then it was off to be weighed, and my chunky monkey is now 5kgs. I had a bit of a scare on Saturday, my 6 week old caesar started to hurt again, got a bit swollen and hot and pink. I ended up with antibiotics, but I can't believe that it got infected so long after the operation. DS also had his hip ultrasound on Friday to check them out after being breech, but I am pleased to say that everything is fine with them.

He has just woken up, must go and do mummy things!