We've been home for 4 days now. This is the part I'd been looking forward to the most, being at home surrounded by our family and the mantelpiece boasting a large selection of "It's a Girl" cards. I wouldn't be tired like I was after the other two because I'd had three weeks to physically recover from the birth.
How wrong was I!!!???
We had been spoilt rotten by the nurses at UCLH and GOSH who would insist we returned to the accommodation each night to sleep.
We were so unprepared for the lack or sleep.
Osh & Isabella fed every 4 hours which meant only getting up once in the night.
Martha feeds every 3 hours. It takes her an hour to drink each feed. This is absolutely fine during the day, but in the middle of the night...it means I'm up at 1am, 4am and 7am. For two feeds we were even joined by Spiders.
I feel like a zombie.
We're really lucky that she goes straight to sleep after each night sleep.
I know this is only a small price to pay to have her home and I would feel like this forever if it meant keeping her safe and healthy. The 3 hourly feeds are just a temporary measure until we think she is ready to move on to 4 hourly feeds.
I know it sounds like I'm ungrateful - I'm honestly not; I'm just tired. People will probably say I knew what to expect so why wasn't I more prepared - but I forgot what life with a newborn was like.
I think that's natures way. If everyone remembered what Childbirth and the first few weeks was like, no one would have more than one child - then the human race would dwindle.
I just wanted a moan.