Well so far so good - the sleeplesss nights are not so bad - he needs feeding last thing and usually has a little feed about 5 hours later - so providing you can get his feed in around midnight, you have a full five hour stretch, in fact this morning was six! Not ideal when you've been used to 8 hours a night but nonetheless a good start!
He is so beautiful it is silly! He just glugs his milk now, and has gone from 100ml a day on Saturday to ripping through 450ml yesterday - it won't be long till he's a bloater too! :-) The midwife came yesterday and it looks like she screwed up - she should have sent Helen for a scan to check on his size but failed to pick up on the various factors- I get the impression we were luck to have got a decisive SHO in hospital or this blog could have been significantly more melancholy!
The level of people wanting to come and see him is ridiculous! I accept that family want to see him and that friends ARE keen to get involved but some (mostly family) seem to forget that we're knackered! They come over en masse and then sit tight for hours! and wait for a cuppa! At one point I chose shitty nappies over shitty small talk. Hopefully we've addressed this and it won't happen too much!
Being a faather is the best thing ever by the way, and clearly my son is the best boy in the world ... ever. I just get the squishiest feeling! Night before last, I was doing the night shift so yesterday Helen was more than accomodating in letting me go windsurfing! Sadly I sailed like an idiot since I could not concentrate on the job in hand, but simply couldn't stop thinking about my lovely son - ought to avoid driving, using heavy machinery etc!