Had my wonderful first DS 10 weeks ago. We dealt with birth trauma, low supply, hospitalization for his dehydration, and I obsess over every .5 oz weight gain. The result is we nurse all the time. I am not exaggerating when I say that all I do is sit on the couch and nurse, occasionally getting up to change a diaper, go to the bathroom and grab whatever I can to feed myself along the way.
And still, he is so slow to gain, I worry about it all the time. A mountain of paperwork DH cannot help me with is accumulating in front of me daily, there is no more room on the counter full of dirty dishes, every horizontal surface is covered with an item in transition from where I left it to where it belongs.
I am pretty sure I have gained weight since birth, nevermind get anywhere close to pre-pregnancy weight.I used to be so organized, athletic, professional, prompt, prepared and now I am a huge milking machine who still can't get the job done with a dirty house. Hair brush - what's that?
And our house is tiny! We live in about 600 sq ft of space so there is no getting away from the fuss, even when dh holds him. And DS wont sit in a sling or a Moby or any kind of carrier, hates them.
I am happy for everyone's healthy weight gaining baby, but I can't help myself when I think about how far behind we are in weight, how everything is my fault and how I don't want to see pictures of and hear about the progress of my nephew born 2 weeks before DS.
How do other mamas do it? How do you cook dinner? How do you clean, shop, run errands, take showers, care for other children?