Me again...re: DS sleeping. For the longest time he was up from 5am to 6pm non-stop apart from little breastfeeding naps. It took me weeks to realise he sometimes cries, rather than sleeps, when he's over-tired. Dum Mum! It's still really hit and miss but I might try to slide him from the nursing pillow into his Moses basket- heart in mouth, dummy at the ready-and IF I can do this without waking him he might sleep fitfully for anything from 5 mins to an hour. Have just done this now. Other times if he seems really fretful I might try to put him down and he might scream and scream for a couple of minutes and then conk out. Equally the screams might get louder until I have to pick him up.Trouble is he still hates to be out down and starts screaming, real screwed-up-face furious stuff, as soon as he touches down! Which I think many babies have already outgrown at 13 weeks.
The other killer thing is his wanting to start the day at anything from 4 to 6am. He shouts and calls for us and gets upset if he doesn't get a response. I'll eventually pick him up and try to cuddle him back down again, being really quiet and boring so as not to stimulate him too much. This CAN work, but it just depends- things work one day/ minute and not the next don't they!
Back to DP's work. It's hard and stressful, and at the moment he's under immense pressure, but I still see anything that gets anyone out of this flat on their own as a bit of a skive!!I know it's ridic. because he's the breadwinner, but to me what goes on here is the REAL work, unpaid, unaided and on call 24/7. As hard as his day is, he gets to walk about swinging his arms free! And stop for a coffee whanever HE wants to, whereas I am forever on someone else's schedule, and I don't even know what that schedule will be. Yesterday DP stopped for a quick beer on the way home without telling me, and I was FURIOUS- I was counting the time until he got home, which is late enough already. I felt utterly betrayed! This isn't even something he would usually do, it's just because he was so stressed.
On subject of which, a couple of weeks ago we saw some friends, and the chap started on to DP about how he had to make time for himself and make sure he got down the pub regularly because 'you work hard all week'! I was speechless. But not for long. I WORK HARD ALL WEEK TOO MATEY!!!
Hate to say it but our relationship is definitely suffering now. We're like a relay team with DS- I do the night feeds, DP takes him at 5am until he leaves for work while I get a couple of hours sleep, then when DP comes home, he switches the laptop on for more work. Then he's so knackered by 9pm he generally falls asleep on the sofa, just when I want to have some conversation. I feel like we hardly see each other. With no family about, there is only him to help me and only me to help him, and we're both too knaclered to properly support each other. As you say Bs, the worst thing is having nowhere to turn. Say it's 4am, Im feeling ill, tired and sad- but I can't wake up DP because DS will wake him up son and he needs his sleep. And I can't ask him for emotional support when he's under so much pressure. I've just developed mastitis and feel dreadful- with any normal job I'd be off sick, but there's no sick leave from mothering! That's the most frightening thing I think- there is NO break from this incredible responsibility and no-one to help you when you need it. It's pretty lonely isnt it?
Oh dear, what a long rant! If anyone is still reading this and hasn't collapsed under the weight of my self-pity, thank you for letting me get all this off my- rather sore- chest!