Today is the one week anniversary of us bringing Lincoln home. A whole week! It feels like longer, but in a good way.
Lincoln has slotted right into our little family and some of the time it feels like he's always been here. Although one night of hourly feeds was a definite reminder that we have a newborn!
Except for that one crazy night we haven't been doing too badly in the sleep department. Lincoln generally wakes up to feed twice or three times per night. These last couple of mornings he's been waking up at 5am to feed and then staying awake. Probably a good thing though, it gives me a few more hours each day to get things done!
Feeding him is giving me some grief at the moment. In the last couple of days Lincoln has gone from being a champion feeder to screaming in pain every few minutes of a feed. I think he's taking in air when he eats and is getting a sore belly, but that's just a guess I really have no idea. I'm trying out different ways of feeding him and trying not to get worked up about it, but it breaks my heart. If you have any tips for me, I'm all ears. I was only able to breastfeed Max for four weeks before we had major issues and I really don't want the same thing to happen again.
The feeding issues combined with a more than generous dose of the baby blues has got me bursting into tears regularly. Sometimes for absolutely no reason at all. (Sorry to those friends that have come round wanting to see a cute baby and been faced with a crying thirty year old...).
I've had heaps of help from our families, which is definitely making things easier. Sean's Mum stayed with us last week and whilst I was in hospital, my Mum is here this week and my sister has been dropping everything to come and help me out on a very regular basis. I honestly think I would be a complete and utter wreck with out them.
I'm working on Lincoln's birth story at the moment and can't wait to share it. I ended up having an elective c-section, but after finding out Linc was 4.5 kilos it took away some of the disappointment of not getting to have a vbac. And really once you have the baby in your arms none of it seems to matter anyway :)
