It’s been almost a month. And what a crazy, wonderful, rollercoaster of a month.
In and out of hospital. Jaundice and thrush and mastitis. Trying to get the breastfeeding to work. After everything we are still using nipple shields to even get him to take the boob. But we are getting there. Him and me, working this shit out together.
I pump. At least 3 times a day. A milk machine. I’m thinking about investing in Elvie, the electrical pump you can wear in your bra. When I think of at least 5 more months strapped to my pump I cry.
Our little boy seem mostly happy though and healthy. He sleeps like a champ. A solid 4h from midnight to 4am and for 2-3h chunks throughout the day. He eats and farts (they are stinkers at the moment) and poops.
I love this. I love him and our family and being a mother. I’m struggling with some aspects but mostly I love the silent moments together with him on my chest singing a Swedish lullaby. And I love the team George and me makes.
It’s getting better my end. After a day and night with cabbage in my bra, sleeping as much as I could and medication around the clock I’m finally feeling better.
Hallefuckinglujah! And thank the stars for George picking up most of the work when I was out. Dream team!
Btw, no one warns you about the never ending shit storm. Not properly. It’s a good thing humans forget. Between end of pregnancy, birth and being a cabbage stinking cow it’s hard to choose a favourite for most magical time.
Taking it easy today too. I’m still not 100% and maybe it’s time for those days at home just the three of us we haven’t had since he came. It’s been someone over pretty much every day since he came.
Anyway, no more complaining. He’s an absolute treasure and I love him to bits. I’m sure it will all look up when I’m better. And there is something truly magical when they snooze on your chest.
Life huh! Especially with a newborn. What people don’t warn you about is exactly how draining it is to breastfeed every three hour (or less) or even worse, when you can’t and have to pump instead.
Add to that getting mastitis which is a fucking killer pain wise and with a fever on top. Mine reached 39 at its peak. I couldn’t even hold him I felt so weak.
And when the fever died down I got herpes. All over my face. Both nostrils and mouth. I mean, come on… not only is it painful but dangerous to small babies.
So here we are. I’m on antibiotics and anti viral medicine and George is seriously cranky from doing all the leg work the last couple of days. I did do last night though and he is out today so hope the antibiotics work quick snap.
Maggie was here Tuesday to Wednesday. So lovely to have her here. She brought Victor and we got to go pram strolling together
He is getting bigger. 19 days today and he is becoming slightly more of a person. If a person just went between eating, sleeping and pooing.
He has his quirks though. Prefer being awake early morning and sleep in the afternoon (weirdo). He loves his pram and his daddy’s chest. He will take the boob with a nipple shield on but prefer the bottle. And the dummy is a lifesaver.
Mostly he is sweet and happy and loves hearing our voices and looking at the lamp. He smiles in his sleep and farts like a champ.
I love him endlessly. Even if I sometimes despair at the endless feeding I mostly just put on some music and sing to my little guy. He will grow up too soon so I’m enjoying this time while I can.
Just love his little kissy face.
Yesterday went for Sitas leaving lunch. Lukas was awake and hanging out the whole time. He likes sounds and people.
Then we came home and I despaired about the size of my boobs. They are huuuuge.
Also had a moment when W wanted to play, L wanted to feed and I wanted dinner.
Lukas was the only winner.
W brought all his toys but no luck. Not easy having been reduced to nr 2.
But I put them all to sleep eventually and went to make myself a culinary masterpiece of tunnbrod.
My eating is so shit at the moment. All chocolate and sandwiches. George makes me normal food but I can’t take care of myself when he is not around.
I’m sorry guys but this is turning into a baby blog. Not because all I can think of is the baby (at least not only that) but because I don’t do anything than hang with the baby.
Today we went to the health clinic and then to HM to find me some breastfeeding friendly clothes. Too bad for me everything is polo necks and like Amish necklines at the moment. Not fitting for my milk filled bazookas. Or for my messy little eater.
People keep asking me if I left the house yet. Yes! It’s not that exciting at home. I mean, Lukas is super cute but he sleeps 18h a day.
Right now…superman styled sleeping. His favourite awake time is 4am. I seem to remember that from pregnancy…
We need to have words little one.
And, we took a bath. And then he peed on me.
Life is filled with unexpected adventures.
But, I did buy this beautiful print from my friend Danny’s girlfriend Pow. She makes these gorgeous handpainted prints and I absolutely love this one. Plus amazing to be able to support independent artists,
I’m also getting an L one for Lukas future nursery. It will be filled with prints by friends and small artists.
I can tell he loves it.
So long guys, me and my milk drink little guy is going to chill at home eating sushi. George is out seeing friends so it’s just me and the little angel.
We are starting to fall into a routine. Ish. It’s mostly adapted around Lukas. Poor W didn’t get his walk until 1pm yesterday.
But we feed, sleep, nap, eat and repeat. George normally takes the midnight feed and I do 3am one. Means we both get some decent hours of sleep.
It’s different. Upside down and crazy and lovely and we are so, so in love with our little boy. He’s absolutely amazing and I can’t wait to see him grow up.
On Friday we got a visitor from Barcelona. Gina’s old friend and Teas dad.
George instantly called his parents feeling very smug Sasho got to see Lukas before they did.
But, the best thing is that we are getting the breast feeding to work with the nipple shields. Halle fucking lulejah
This little angel is nothing but trouble and love. We will continue to both bottle feed and now do the boob. This means I can feed him on the fly and get our lovely bonding time but George can still feed him as well.
I have so much milk for now so it works great. I express around a litre a day and then feeding on top of that.
Yesterday we took a walk to Ravenscourt and met up with Emily and Sam. They are still waiting for their little one. She is 4 days overdue so hoping that their baby comes out soon.
And then miracles. W moving closet and closet to Lukas.
Yes! We getting there. The hatred has gone to reluctant acceptance.
Little boy finding his thumb. Looking smart. Think we’ll introduce a dummy soon. He’s just like his dad and is a bit insatiable.
Life is pretty damn amazing right now. Loving having my whole family around me and George is the best partner ever to do this with. He’s amazing with Lukas and takes care of me like a princess.