"I thought I would be better at it" is what I've said frequently these last few weeks. Max has been kicking my butt for weeks but the last two weeks I've won back some ground. I can honestly say I was right down there. On the floor. My own snot and tears smeared all over my boat race and hair. Not that you could tell of course my hair hadn't seen a proper wash for, well who knows?! Who cares?! But with the help of my partner and finally admitting I need a hand (or 6) I was peeled from the floor, scooped up and taken into safety.
So I took a good beating but I feel so much more in control now. Could of been the wonder weeks of growth and sleep pattern adjustment that made the few weeks before so awkward for Max and me. Anyhow was probably me that made him stressed. since I've admitted I needed help and put my hands up at my own failings . I call them failings but I am told not to say that. I haven't failed anything (except keeping it together!) but I am getting there.
So Max is doing well and he fills our lives with so much love and happiness. Will update some pics soon.
It's been so long since having a baby that it took me a while to work out what tops were tops and what 'tops' were jarma tops. Poor bubba was wearing a jarma top unknowing. Got it totally sussed now. Can't fool me. You won't catch this old bird out again!
Till next time.
Mel x
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