Exactly 18 days ago I gave birth to Jimmy… a 4.11kg, 54cm baby bundle of chub! It was a looonngg labour. The little fella was posterior, so he took a while to turn himself in the right direction… In any case, without boring you with the gory details of his entry into the world (i am still traumatised), he eventually made an appearance at 11:25pm on Friday 15th August.
Since then, life has been a blur. There have been more tears and tantrums than I can count on two hands, and that’s just from me.
Breastfeeding is a tough gig. Its amazing that so many women persevere and stick to it for the long haul… I’m only 2 weeks in and already dreaming of the days when Jimmy is bottle fed and I can be free to pass him off to babysitters and go and do stuff without worrying when he will next wake and demand boob. Its painful, its boring and its relentless. A new mum really is just a slave to a tiny human… And most of all, it requires patience.. which I am finding extremely trying – but it is a great skill to master nonetheless.