Thane wakes up at about 9 pm. He’s five days old, so it’s hard to say “every night” but this has been true for the last three nights — or more than half his life. He then proceeds to spend the next 10 or so hours awake and *fussy*. Awake is not bad. But last night, I couldn’t get him to be happy unless my boobs were in his mouth.
The first night was miserable. The second night wasn’t fun at all. Last night we planned for him not to sleep, and acted accordingly. Instead of trying to lay him in his crib and sneak back to bed, only the be pulled back out of it just as I was snuggling under the covers, I took him downstairs and watched Dirty Jobs and Black Adder. I took a double shift — from 10 – 2. My MIL took the next shift (2 until about 4 — which last night was three hours). A. took the final shift. Of course, I nursed Thane at every “shift change”. I thought it worked well. I think I’ll watch Stardust tonight.
My boobs are terribly sore — the left one in particular is rather cracked and bleedy. I think Thane is latching fine now, but they took damage early on. And let’s be honest, nursing for basically four hours straight isn’t going to do them any favors.
Thane sleeps through the day. Sub-optimal. It will be fine as long as they’re three of us who can pull these shifts, but if I don’t get him at least partially diurnal before my inlaws leave and my husband goes back to work, I’m in deep doo-doo.
Other than that, things are going well! Grey is still having trouble, but he is often a joy. The other times he’s a fit-throwing melty-boy. A. and Grey went to church this morning. My inlaws are a big help. (I really do have a great relationship with them — I know how lucky I am!) I’m feeling almost completely healed. It’s amazing how much better, stronger, more flexible I feel than I did a week ago!