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woah, so wasn't i in a right mood yesterday.
Ross apologised profusely. He said he only intended his asshole comments as a joke, but I still bailed him up about it because he ruined my day by being a thoughtless jerkoff.
aaaaaaaanyway, that combined with Oliver being a little unmentionable meant I really wasn't my usual chirpy self, if that wasn't already obvious.
Now, at what point do you give up completely. I had such a bitch of a night last night. Oliver was awake from 3.30pm to around midnight. To cut a looooooong story short, nothing we tried would settle him. He fed for ages, then we gave him some expressed milk, all up he had around 8oz of that over about 1/2 hour, you'd think he would be full, but no. so I feed him some more. we changed him, bathed him, took him for a drive, took him for a walk, rocked him, omg, we tried every fucking thing we could think of, and still no luck.
at 11.30 pm I gave up and took him to countdown and bought another tub of formula. Bam! asleep. Both of us! I woke up around 1am when Shawn came home and the door opening woke me. Ollie was asleep in my arms so I put him to bed and went to bed myself. I am absoloutly shattered.
So after that, I was getting really upset about it all as well, Ross has decided a limit of 3 hours before we try a bottle. He just doesn't want me getting all stressed out and sick again.
My supply is also very low, which may be a contributing factor. So I'm pumping after feeds, and then 3 hours after that. Ollie goes 4-5 hours inbetween, so that gives me time to build up a bit more again before he needs a feed, and then there's always what I just pumped if needs be. My midwife said it shouldn't take too long before it starts to improve. And then we can keep pumping and store, and hopefully there will be no need to have a tub handy because there will be enough in the freezer to satisfy him, but also that with my supply higher, he will be happier just with a feed on me.
Bad mother alert. Meh. I'm beyond caring.
Caitlyn is starting to walk! She's been taking a few steps on her own now, we're getting there!
I also scored a copy of Songs About Jane. exellent.....
aaaaaaaaand, that's about it.
Ross apologised profusely. He said he only intended his asshole comments as a joke, but I still bailed him up about it because he ruined my day by being a thoughtless jerkoff.
aaaaaaaanyway, that combined with Oliver being a little unmentionable meant I really wasn't my usual chirpy self, if that wasn't already obvious.
Now, at what point do you give up completely. I had such a bitch of a night last night. Oliver was awake from 3.30pm to around midnight. To cut a looooooong story short, nothing we tried would settle him. He fed for ages, then we gave him some expressed milk, all up he had around 8oz of that over about 1/2 hour, you'd think he would be full, but no. so I feed him some more. we changed him, bathed him, took him for a drive, took him for a walk, rocked him, omg, we tried every fucking thing we could think of, and still no luck.
at 11.30 pm I gave up and took him to countdown and bought another tub of formula. Bam! asleep. Both of us! I woke up around 1am when Shawn came home and the door opening woke me. Ollie was asleep in my arms so I put him to bed and went to bed myself. I am absoloutly shattered.
So after that, I was getting really upset about it all as well, Ross has decided a limit of 3 hours before we try a bottle. He just doesn't want me getting all stressed out and sick again.
My supply is also very low, which may be a contributing factor. So I'm pumping after feeds, and then 3 hours after that. Ollie goes 4-5 hours inbetween, so that gives me time to build up a bit more again before he needs a feed, and then there's always what I just pumped if needs be. My midwife said it shouldn't take too long before it starts to improve. And then we can keep pumping and store, and hopefully there will be no need to have a tub handy because there will be enough in the freezer to satisfy him, but also that with my supply higher, he will be happier just with a feed on me.
Bad mother alert. Meh. I'm beyond caring.
Caitlyn is starting to walk! She's been taking a few steps on her own now, we're getting there!
I also scored a copy of Songs About Jane. exellent.....
aaaaaaaaand, that's about it.