Or normality might be a better way to put it. I have after all never considered myself to be ordinary or by another name completely sane. The point is that I am returning to myself, and with the added bonus of a decent nights sleep from the young man I am feeling pretty good.
With regards to sleep it was marginally better on Friday night and improved again on Saterday, with the minor detail that my hubby and I both stayed up stupidly late and missed out somewhat on the sleep slot. Then last night he was nearly back to normal with a solid sleep of 11pm to about 7:30am. Having said that I now hear jaws everywhere dropping at how good that is for not quite 5 month old, and it is, so what my friends was I complaining about having a sleep free week, well I guess the point is its all about what you are used to. Way back at the beginning I remember that 3 hours felt like magic, but now I have got used to much longer sleeps going the othe way was painful. I guess I was also getting desperate because with all the stuff about starting solids at 4 months I wondered whether his hungry feeding with zero sleep was going to last all the way until we started to introduce solids. This does not appear to be the case. The second issue was the sudden feeling of being totally alone on realising I didn’t know anyone who had got this far on exclusive brestfeeding. Ironically it was actually someone who had had to introduce a bottle feeding at 3 days. She for a whole host of reasons had been caused to doubt herself and just reinforced that I do know best and should believe in my self because I am his mother. She also said I am doing a good job which was a really important boost.
So I went into Friday afternoon feeling much happier. After a successful trip down to The Mall to get his BabyDan highchair (review to follow but impressed so far) I trundled across to darling hubby’s work and onwards to a friend’s for the weekend.
Saturday was the young master’s first Bonfire Night, for those of you reading from foreign shores this is the celebration of a cheery chap named Guy Fawkes who several hundred years ago had the bright idea of blowing up the king and parliament. Unfortunately for he and his chums the plan was foiled and they all met an untimely and rather unappetising end. We brits commemerate this event every year with large bonfires and accompanying firework displays all around the country and ranging quite frankly from the sublime to the ridiculous. The display we went to was at Christian Malford a little village in WIltshire and is one of the best village displays I have ever seen finishing this year with a galaxy of stars which floated through the sky taking at least a minute to finally fade.
The young man at only 5 months old was transfixed by the beautiful patterns and complained only when I tried to cover his eyes from one of the more intense strobe effects and with his earflaps down and my hands over his ears the bangs didn’t faze him at all. All of this was a huge relief as I love bonfire night and would be disapointed if he hadn’t too.
Well I think that is it for tonight I am off to do some tea got calamari from Morrisons yesterday so that is a bit of a challange. I will let you know how I get on.
Mama X
