Thank you for your emails and posts. I don't have some of your email addies, otherwise I would have written back to you and thanked you personally. Because I'm delighted when each and every one of you takes time to say hello. And especially when you go out of your way to support a new mum, who's having a bad day.
Well, I have bounced back. Amazing what sleep can do, hey? I also made some changes to Jamie and my routines. First, I decided to stop fighting with him about the daytime sleep thing. If he doesn't want to sleep, then I'm not going to wear myself out listening to him crying.
Also, I've started giving him a top-up feed an hour after his main feed. When I sat down and analysed it, I realised that I was putting him to bed with an empty tummy. You see, he has always fed every two-and-a-quarter to two-and-a-half hours during the day. Which worked OK when he was only awake for an hour and a half (and when I consoled myself that at least he was sleeping through the night!). But now that he's awake for two hours at a stretch, I've been trying to put him back to sleep when his tummy is starting to feel empty. Already, just giving him the top-up has worked wonders. He even slept for two hours yesterday lunch-time. Unheard of!
And the other thing that we've started is feeding him solids. Now, this started quite unintentionally. I had it in my mind that he needed to start on solids, but I was putting it off. Then, on Monday night we were at Mum and Dad's for tea. Phil was eating some stewed apples and custard for dessert, and because J was being a bit of a grizzley-bear, he was on Phil's lap. Well! He was watching his Daddy's every move! His little mouth was half open and he looked like he was ready to pounce on one of those spoonfuls as it passed by him. So, Phil, being the kind hearted daddy that he is, went to give J a bit of custard. At which I freaked. Dairy!!!??? But, I figured that apple would be OK. And it was. He loved it. He gobbled it up. Phil gave him teaspoonful after teaspoonful. And he just kept coming back for more, his little mouth opening up like a little baby bird, waiting for a juicy morsel.
We were enjoying the spectacle so much that not one of us thought to grab the camera!
So now J is on baby cereal for breakfast. Not so yummy as stewed apples, it would seem. But still good enough. (Thanks Mel, for the hint about adding the apples into the cereal - we might try that when I get some apples to stew.) So, we've started solids. And we're all happy.
And... dahdah!.... I got started on the mini-album I had been trying to make for our friend who's moving back to Paris to live (sniff!). I had been trying to get this album done for, like, the last three weeks. I will take some photos and post when it's finished. Although, it's just using up scraps so nothing earth shattering, but still, it's something.
And finally, I have to keep in mind that we've been house-hunting, and now we're heavily into finishing this place off so we can sell it and move, and deciding on renovations to the new place before we move in. So, I have to factor in helping with the renovations, choosing paint colours, trips to look at furniture, paint charts etc etc etc. It all adds up.
So, if you get bored with reading my drivel about Jamie, I apologise in advance. It's my way of keeping my memories while we're so flat out.