Thats the way it goes around here in the Paddock at the moment. The old 'Feed, Play, Sleep' routine.
In the mix is the wrangling of two toddlers and the keeping of the house in between. Honestly, its actually going ok and Im not feeling too overwhelmed. Maybe its coming but I'm not going to think about that too much.
Im Juggling myself between all of my little family, myself and everything else and it does get a little tricky at certain times of the day but it passes. I am also a little tired due to a visit from old mate mastisits this week but all in all we are all getting a little routine happening and living life around little Oliver.
Some musings from the first three weeks...
Im admiring my new purple tiger scars/ stretch marks etched into my belly.
Mastitis is no fun at all. Especially not the the uncontrollable night shivers. (I don't think I have ever been so cold), let alone the boob stuff. Lets not go there. I am fine now and it was only a mild case so the doctor tells me, as I got onto that bad boy real quick.
Much to the detriment of Hugh and Edith, Olivers 'Playtime' hasn't really met up to their expectations yet and I think as the new baby novelty is wearing off, quite frankly they think he is rather boring most of the time. Oliver has been lucky enough to be Dr Hugh's patient in a game or two and has already had Vicks smothered on his noggin as well as a little bit of first aid tape stuck on the back of his head.
It is so sweet when Hugh and Edie look up from whatever they are doing and then at me when Oliver lets the world know he has awaken and needs to be lifted out of his cot. They race each other to his bedside and greet him and reach out to him with pats and high pitched hello's. Good entertainment as it repeats itself at least four times over the course of the day.
Some days have seen all four of us taking some well needed Zzzzz's on the odd afternoon. I joined them straight after this shot!
Its never fun getting up at 1am and 4am from deep sleep to feed a baby. Yet once I'm up and feeding away, I have been finding it so lovely cuddling and just being with my baby in those wee hours. The last few nights we have both been falling asleep on the couch or in my bed during each feed. Sometimes 5 minutes, 15 mins, sometimes an hour and I have absolutely no idea how much Oliver has drank. He always looks so peaceful and then I put him down to sleep. He is cursed with the dreaded wind and almost always needs a burping which is adding another 20 minutes or so, even up to an hour to the routine. Sigh! The joys. I know it will get easier soon and more sleep will come. Its just what I have to do. Baby's just get wind. Lucky he is so gorgeous and smells so baby nice.
He hardly ever cries and I can't believe how easy I do wake up when he does stir and call out for me in the night with all those funny snuffles and noises that only babies make.
We have been getting out of the house. Loading up the pram with the kids and walking to the shops up the road. We have ventured to the park, caught up with lots of our friends and have even mastered a couple of supermarket grocery shops. Its so nice yet unbelievably funny how many little old ladies come up and say hello with admiration at my little family and always comment, oh you are a busy one! Yep thats me.
The kids have been so good when coming to all the appointments and weigh-ins that we have to do. Oliver has pretty much put on a tub of butter since we have returned home and he has already grown 2.5 cm. Some of the 0000's do not fit anymore. This stage really does go way to fast. My little butter ball. he he!!
I am cooking lots of simple dinners, Taco's, tuna casserole and chops and veggies to name a few. Some meals I prepared earlier from the freezer and I have even dabbled in the making of this lemon slice and a few different muffin recipes. This breastfeeding caper is making me so hungry and I am craving the sweet stuff so bad. I thought that if i make my own biscuits and slices I can still eat my sweet treats but can eliminate some of the sugar content. I am trying to be good so as not to ruin all the good habits I put into play whilst having gestational diabetes. I have the next blood test to see if its gone in a months time.
I am making a concerted effort on the play front with Hugh and Edie whenever Oliver is sleeping. Puzzles, playing footy, lots of reading, colouring in two year old style and making play dough have been the favourites so far. I also made some homemade paint and that was a big hit as well as a big mess. Thankfully an outside mess and nothing the backyard hose couldnt fix. Another fun activity in itself. Hugh and Edith are trying to get me on the trampoline but I think they will be waiting a while yet for that one.
I am so thankful for all this glorious sunshine of late. The washing is getting done and dried, not so much folded and we are getting our doses of Vitamin K. With that hint of Spring in the air life in general is a little more sprightly.*
We had lots of the family visit over the weekend to see Oliver which was fabulous. My sister and her fiancé from WA, Cam's sister and her partner from over in the Mallee and Cams parents were finally back from their vanning holiday up north and got to meet their fourth grandchild. I finally got to crack open that bottle of bubbly id been saving up so you could say it was a great weekend all round.
Whats on for the weekend?
Are you a footy fan and getting excited about finals?
Any good tips for de-winding newborns?
Thanks for visiting today
* Two days after I wrote this particular sentence (this post has taken a few attempts to write) you wouldnt believe it but our washing machine carked it and now I am the proud mother hubbard owner of a 9.5 kg LG brand new machine. I have yet to put it to work but am looking forward to filling that beast up!