Before your baby is born everyone always tells you how your life will never be the same again. Of course it won’t be. I expected the mayhem that comes with a baby, but I hadn’t really understood how much life would be governed by such a relentless routine, based around Ifor’s need to feed every three or so hours. It makes it quite tricky getting things done, although getting him into a proper timed routine has been fantastic; we both know what is supposed to happen when, although it does have a certain degree of flexibility to it - we’re not doing a Gina Ford type system here.
I’m currently exhaused and ready for bed but I need to wait up for another 3/4 hour to get a final feed into the little chap tonight - it’s the best way to ensure I only get woken up once in the night and thus keep a grip on reality.
This article from G2 was the talk of our NCT get together on Saturday. Apparently we get three hours less sleep than our mothers because we spend so much time stressing about our babies. Elsewhere in the Guardian Leo Hickman transcribed the dramatic arrival of his baby, it’s worth a read if you like hearing other people’s birth stories (although I think the world is split into two distinct camps on this one).
