I thought I’d update on life with the baby after almost a week.
I’m so in love.
We have had a steady stream of visitors bearing gifts and love and trying to have conversations with me, while I sit on the sofa, eyes a bit glazed, staring at the baby.
The night times have been interesting. And prime ground for overthinking and second guessing every choice. The first few nights I slept with him in my arms, mostly. Then we thought we ought to get him used to settling in his own bed, at least for part of the night. So we had one good night where I put him in his moses basket after every feed and he slept for an hour or two, and then one ‘bad’ night where he wouldn’t settle in his basket and griped and farted and wriggled all night. So now we’re back to him sleeping in my arms, or next to me in bed. He’s happy, I’m happy, the Rock God’s happy. Rod for my own back? Yeah baby.