Being Momma G: Day 47

After 3 days of not much sleep at all, plus the stupidness that was being caused by that unstable lunatic, it all became too much for me last night when Sean wanted to be fed just after 11pm.

As I held the crying baby in my arms, I tried to calm myself so that Sean would have a good feed. I was not successful. The baby fussed and fought against my breast, and gave up all together after 20 minutes. Sean didn't want to settle after the feed, and I just cried and cried and cried, apologising to Jonathan for poisoning our baby with my breast milk that was tainted by the antibiotics for my infected tooth. Jonathan took Sean from me to settle him, and as soon as I handed the baby over, I dropped off to sleep.

As the baby was still a bit unwell, we decided to put Sean in bed with us for another night. After Jonathan settled Sean, the little man stayed asleep until 4am, allowing us at least a few hours of rest. He was a bit better during this feed and went straight back to sleep afterwards.

Sean was really restless for the next couple of feeds. He woke at 7.45am and fed for half an hour before dozing off, and then woke again at 9am and fed for another half an hour. Thankfully, Sean did manage a fairly decent stretch of sleep before he woke again at 11.35am for his next feed. My nipples were beginning to really sting from all the snack feeding.

There was more stupidness from Mina's mother today. More of the same garbage, with the Evil Witch continuing to call us and trying to force us to agree to change the sleepover schedule, and accusing us of neglecting and emotionally blackmailing Mina. So fed up with this rubbish was I that I banned Jonathan from speaking to her on the phone again, and made Jonathan ask the Evil Witch to contact us via email or text message. Although not happy with the idea, she complied. More than anything else, we needed everything in writing, so that there is no misunderstanding or misinterpretation of what was being said. I was secretly hoping she would continue her pious attack and accuse us of all of the above in writing.

As we have an appointment with the solicitors next week, we felt it was best that we have no more verbal contact with the Evil Witch. Specifically, I wanted to be able to show the solicitor the stupidness that we have to put up with, in writing. The twat called 4 times, even though we had told her in no uncertain terms that we will not be speaking with her on the phone and that if she has anything to say, she needed to email or text us. When we continued to refuse to take her phone calls, she complied with our wishes and sent us emails. Yes, emails - if Jonathan didn't email the twat back straight away, because God forbid that we have lives to live and are not chained to the computer waiting with bated breath for her emails, she would send follow up emails titled "did you receive my last email?" Unbelievable.

Because we have been bombarded and besieged by this Evil Witch for 3 days, we found ourselves nervous and anxious, waiting for that next phone call or next email in this relentless campaign of terrorism. I know this sounds melodramatic, but this is how I feel - besieged, bombarded, harassed, terrorised. It left us looking over our shoulders, even in the safety of our own home, because somewhere some time along the way, we had to give our address to mutual associates, who may have passed on the details to the Evil Witch. Considering how she has hounded me in the past, when Jonathan gave her my mobile phone number as a secondary contact, I would not put it past her to stalk us at our house.

Oh, and my fears are justified - we asked the Evil Witch to never ever ever call me, at least half a dozen times, and she still continues to call me at random times. Her number is listed in my phone as "Do Not Answer Evil Witch".

Sometime between midday and 2pm, Jonathan and I were sitting on the couch watching TV when I looked up out of our front window and saw a person milling around outside our neighbour Marie's villa. To me, the person looked like the Evil Witch, and my heart flew to my mouth and I started shaking. In my panicked state, I nudged Jonathan and spluttered "It's her, it's her", and Jonathan jumped up and ran outside, ready to confront the Evil Witch for coming to our house uninvited. The person turned out to be someone who had just finished visiting Marie, and not the Evil Witch.

We are so rattled by the events of this week that we nearly attacked a perfectly innocent stranger. Calling her an Evil Witch is actually understating how terrified we feel right now.

The little man woke just before 2.30pm for a feed, but was quite restless throughout the feed. A combination of Sean's blocked nose and quite possibly him being able to sense my fear and still churning stomach made for a fidgety baby during the feed. He struggled and fought against sleep afterwards, but once he went to sleep, he stayed asleep until 6pm, when he woke for his next meal.

The baby is still asleep; poor little mite must be tired. I am totally drained. I really need a good night's sleep, but with the baby still suffering from a blocked nose, we decided to have him sleep with us again. I'm expecting him to wake up for a feed soon, so I'm going to head to bed and get ready for him.