5 weeks in and we’re all still smiling…. The house is still standing, everyone’s been fed and no ones been late for school yet…. I reckon that’s an achievement in itself to be fair!
In all honesty I’m starting to go a little stir crazy now and am feeling the need to get out a bit more with smallest boy, I think we’re going to have to brave some baby groups – if I ever get round to finding any!
However despite the craziness, yesterday brought another small achievement…. I took littlest man to baby clinic to get weighed (I’m going to gloss over the fact that I actually took him on Tuesday too…. that I managed in the fog of my baby brain to go to the right place at the right time…. just on the wrong day and make a complete idiot of myself hammering on the door and keep pressing the buzzer until someone actually answered and explained that I was there a day early 😂🙈)
Anyway…. my stupidity aside… not only had he gained weight, he’s actually jumped up a centile on his growth chart…. the health visitor actually congratulated me on doing a brilliant job of feeding him and I came away feeling so glad that we had his tongue tie cut, and incredibly happy that I persevered and stood my ground and that he’s still exclusively breast fed….it would’ve been so easy to give up but I’m SO proud that we didn’t.
Of course he decided to celebrate this great achievement by wanting to feed approximately every half an hour from 2.30am this morning just to remind me how amazing we obviously are at it 😂
still, sleep is for the weak anyway right?! 😍💙🌈