Being Momma G: Day 56

TFIF! After today, Jonathan would be home with us for the next 9 days, and I for one could hardly wait.

Sean was back to wanting to feed every 2 hours, which was very hard for me. The little guy wanted milk at 2am, at 4am, just before 7am and just before 10am, and then again at midday. I would happily feed Sean if he wanted to be fed every 3 hours, because that meant he was feeding for 40 minutes and sleeping for 2 hours, which was what he needed. But to want to be fed every 2 hours was too frequent.

As he was so unsettled all morning and crying no matter what I was doing, I decided to head out to the shops with him. We headed to Chatswood as I wanted to get more coffee from the Nespresso shop, and go to the NAB to bank some cheques, and do a few other things along the way as well. Sean was pretty upset with me by the time we got to Chatswood, but was happy enough to be carried and cuddled. I did initially put him in the pram when we went to K-Mart to look for a slice pan, but when Sean started crying, I took him out of the pram and carried him instead. Poor wee man. He was pretty tired, but he also wanted to see everything that was going on around him.

I stopped for some lunch at the Chatswood Chase food court before we headed across the road to the bank. The line in the bank was long, and almost 20 minutes later, we finally reached the counter. Sean fell asleep as the teller helped me with the cheques, so I popped the little man in to the pram and we headed to Bread Top for a few treats for me, before coming back across the road to the Nespresso shop and getting the coffee pods.

I had wanted to go to the Asian grocery shop on our way to the car, but paid a visit to Coles first to pick up a few things. Sean woke just as I was about to pay, and was quite insistent that we left for home straight away. So much so, I decided against visiting the Asian grocery shop all together and headed to the car.

Sean cried the whole way home. Actually, he didn't so much cry as screamed the whole way home. He screamed so much I thought he was going to lose his voice at one time. By the time we got home at 4pm, Sean was totally hysterical. He calmed down as soon as I picked him up, but he was totally drenched in sweat and was limp with relief.

We had a good feed, and Sean went to sleep after a few minutes of play time. Sean paid me back for delaying his feed and upsetting him earlier by peeing in our bed. Well, it was my fault - I'd put the nappy on incorrectly and it sprang a rather large leak. Jonathan came home not long afterwards to a very quiet household.

I was pretty tired from the day, so my darling man cooked us dinner. We enjoyed some down time while Sean slept, before tending to him at 8.30pm for a feed. Yes, I'd worn Sean out so much he needed 3.5 hours of sleep to get over the trauma.

We've been watching mindless TV shows for a little while now, and my eyes are getting heavier and heavier. I'm going to head off for the night, as I just know Sean will want to feed every 2 hours during the night again. Oh, please, little man, please learn to sleep at night again, and soon!