Okay, not the general postpartum story of the week as we all woke up in Tier 4 this morning and feeling deflated over the new Christmas restrictions. However, as always you can choose to read on for some of our weekly developments, or simply scroll past a photo of a now a 3 week old Baby Emma saying thanks to our NHS front liners working over Christmas next week. The choice, as always, is yours.
So, first of all – Emma right here (and myself) want to say a big thank you to the NHS front liners who won’t be spending the holidays with any loved ones at all, but will be looking after the less fortunate in hospitals. We’re all feeling low about the new COVID restrictions and it sucks, I get it. But the ones that never complain and plough through anything are our NHS staff. They’re always here when we need them the most to keep us all safe. I wanted to say a big thank you from the bottom of our hearts for all the work they continuously do for us day in and day out with no complaints.
Second of all – since my second week postpartum write up went up on my Facebook page, I have received so many messages of support through the week. I was overwhelmed by the amount of love you that was sent my way and although I couldn’t bring myself to reply to many of the messages due to how low I was feeling, it truly meant a lot reading them. As cheesy as it sounds, the words of encouragement truly made a difference and gave me strength. I always knew I’ve surrounded myself with wonderful people that care about me and who I care about in return but last week left me speechless and humbled.
Third of all – Emma’s been around for 3 weeks already. Can you believe it? It’s been such a whirlwind but let’s have a look at some of the positives from this week for a change (see? Nearly fully stopped breastfeeding/ expressing and my hormones are getting better already 😂):
✔️ tongue tie procedure is now completed and although breastfeeding is now a long forgotten memory which we both found very stressful, Emma is now eating without any troubles. And boy does she love her milk bottle. She’s put on weight and things are going the right way. I’m still expressing a bit for now until my milk factory fully shuts but let’s say that notices have been handed to the workers, p45s written and are now out for delivery. And once the factory gates fully shut, a big glass of wine is waiting for me.
✔️ we had a lot of ‘firsts’ – first walk outside in a papoose, first Christmas lights display, first sleep suit that we’ve outgrown and first feeling of actually bonding and realising there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for her little face.
Took a while to get used to the little Tasmanian devil who turned our lives upside down but here we are 3 weeks in, things looking up and improving daily as we all get used to each other. Now only about 18 years left to worry about her… 😂😂