Lex is a month old today and I have finally managed to post to Livejournal! I have been meaning to do so for a while now but I have been just a little bit busy for some reason. :) I look in awe at fe2h2o and kaths who have managed to post sooner than I have after birth. fe2h2o has two other children and kaths is raising a child by herself while I have no other children and Danny to help. I love Lex and am glad that we have him but I have felt like I was running backward sometimes - between feeding him, changing him, cleaning him, getting his copious amounts of laundry done and attempting to feed and clean myself and get some sleep I just haven't managed to find time for much else.
For such a small person not only does he create noise out of all proportion to his size but he also requires effort out of all proportion to his size. It's astounding how someone so small can manage to take up so much time.
It has taken until this weekend for me to actually manage to dig out the paperwork to register his birth and register him for Medicare etc. Although one of the mums at the Australian Breastfeeding playgroup yesterday told us how she got a letter six months after her child's birth saying that if she didn't register his birth that he would be registered with incomplete details so I don't feel quite so bad. And if I stop and think about it I have actually gotten things done - like organising new accounts, merchant facilities and cheque books for Continuum Foundation and the convention among other things so I am not doing so badly after all.
Danny has been a wonderful support. When I have been sitting up in the lounge room feeding Lex at 3am he has sat up with me so that I have someone to talk with. Since Lex became colicky and cries and screams for hours at night he has been sitting up with him for hours to allow me to sleep before bringing Lex to me to be fed. And when I have been sitting feeding Lex and crying because I am so exhausted and my nipples have been bleeding and painful or because looking at his tiny fingernails and remembering how much smaller Tracy was has reduced me to tears he has been there to hug me.
I am lucky to have a wonderful husband and beautiful (though noisy) baby boy.
There's a _lot_ to be said for a 4 year old:-) Ours is put to work very often:-) And the (almost) 2 year old does her share as well... I _think_ I'm posting more frequently than after Bilby's arrival—that was much more difficult!
And I have been very fortunate so far! Our children are pretty laid back (we put it down to parental temperament—you're _doomed_ with Danny:-) ) And of course, breastfeeding _this_ time around is _much_ easier! (I struggled with Puggle, but the other two have basically been problem free.)
That's interesting about the registration stuff:-) When we were discussing names for Bilby (10 days after she was born or something:-) ) we did wonder what would happen if we didn't get the paper work done by the due date... good to know:-)
And thanks to Danny we've not exactly been in the dark on Lex news :)
The first part of any learning curve is always steepest, but you are indeed very fortunate, and I'm sure as time goes on you will feel more on top of things and Lex's requirements will be less wearing.
I don't know if there is anything I can do from this far away, but if there is, just let me know.
A husband comes home to find his wife still in her dressing gown. "Honey," he says, "you gave birth a month ago and yet, in all that time, I haven't seen you wear anything other than that same old dressing gown. I know it'll be a while before you fit into your pre-baby stuff, so here's some money. Go buy yourself something new."
His wife hugs him, her gratitude written all over her tired face. She promises to go shopping the next day.
The next day husband arrives home, eager to see the frock his wife has treated herself to.
Wife swings the door open and proudly parades her purchase.
"What do you think?" she asks, all smiles.
It was a brand new dressing gown.
I'm sick and braindead at the moment - but it's good to hear from you and tell you myself that I'm thinking of you and sending love.
Would that I was in Canberra and I'd cook for you all as a means of helping out/showing the love.
Sorry if this makes no sense... *love*
Well I haven't had the colic that you have, although the first few weeks were pretty unsettled.
Oh, the painful nipples, I can so relate. I managed to get through all that and breastfeeding is now (mostly) a pleasure, so hang in there if you can!