Sleeping peacefull in in his new outfit
– right before me managed to soak it with spraying wee during a nappy change!
This is it – I’ve officially graduated from “New Mum” to “Real Mum”. Why? I’ll tell you:
- I’m existing on approximately 4 broken hours of sleep in any given 24-hour period (if I’m lucky);
- I shoogle the shopping trolley in the supermarket even though Xander is in his pushchair and Dale is pushing it;
- I speak in high-pitched tones to grown-ups – even those I don’t actually know personally;
- I jiggle whatever I happen to be holding as if I’m soothing Xander;
- I have been sicked-up on, wee’d on and poo’d on;
- I spend my days trying to work out what any given cry means, whether it means Xander has a wet or dirty nappy (and I don’t even mind the stinkiest of those!), needs to be fed, needs to be burped, is tired, is too hot, too cold, or just plain cranky;
- My boobs constantly feel like watermelons – in size, shape and weight – and leak like crazy all the time;
- I permanently smell of breastmilk and baby;
- I have got my shower routine down to under 10 minutes (and that includes washing my hair) despite being someone who used to spend upwards of an hour soaking in the bathtub;
- I grab food as and when I can – usually hours after I initially feel hungry and always after seeing to Xander being fed first;
- I never know what day it is from one day to the next and never have five minutes to myself;
- And I’ve never been happier!
OK, so we’re still trying to get into a routine, but we’re getting there…