Officially Miss S is 1 whole month today. It’s both crazy and relieving to know that. The first 2 weeks were hard. Her day/night was wicked mixed up and I felt like a walking zombie. Breast feeding, although going great, maybe me feel utterly trapped. Yet going out in public made me want to run for the hills. I honestly was worried that I would need to go in for depression. And to ask for more help seemed pointless cause the Hubs clearly can’t feed her. It was straight up awful.
But it’s better now. Much so. And I don’t know what changed. Maybe because I think we have our days and nights realigned. It might be because my hormones are not raging. Maybe I’m now delusional. It doesn’t matter cause it’s better. S is sleeping better at night, although still nursing every 2 hours. She’s more interactive during the day although she also can deliver some giant tears given a meltdown. She has been more restless lately but I have a feeling that we are hitting a growth spurt.
Life is also a bit less scary. We did get daycare on base, which is cheaper than off base and has additional perks as needed. Like formula if we so desire. I’m hoping to find a new position so I will have more regular hours. Not only for my sanity but for The Hubs too. I’m also hoping to start running again but we will give it time.
I am a tad concerned with how much S spits up so may contact the Ped about that. But she is otherwise doing just fine. I daresay that when she begins to sleep longer, I might throw a bloody party!
So to celebrate both of us surviving a month, look at how cute she is!