Erik's. Two and a half hours of it. Yesterday afternoon. I cooked dinner for the first time in 11 weeks. It was my lamb stew where you just chop everything roughly and throw it in your cast iron pot and chuck it in the oven for 3 or 4 hours. Worked a treat.
Time moves strangely in these first months. Erik was 11 weeks on Thursday, and got his first round of immunisation. He hated it, as you might expect, and he's been reasonably grumpy since then, but then that's normal for him anyway, so who can tell if it's related.
Big news that has changed my life - we got someone to help clean our house, which is just great, so nice to be able to see the table again! We can start having people around again without feeling bad about it. Sure, the baby will still scream at them, but it'll be in a nicer environment.
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Muddling through the newborn weeks...
2 comments:
Wow! What a gift-both the sleep and the housecleaner. I'm angling for a cleaner myself, now that we've sold the house. And being able to make dinner is a such a step back to normalcy. Do you think he's turning any kind of 12 week corner?
Thinking of you and wishing I was closer to help
Sar
I'm hoping it's the corner. He had another good sleep yesterday morning, and then he slept from 6.30 pm to 6.30 am with only 2 wakings for a feed, after which he went back to sleep easily. We have an appt with a paediatrician tomorrow to get a thorough check up, just to make sure it's nothing serious.
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