Mrs woody it's hard isn't it. M has been like it for weeks now, but heyho, as long as he is happy it's irrelevant if his mummy has bags under her eyes haha.
M has just had his second jabs...and not a tear! What? I can't believe it. I sang to him and he was giggling so much he rarely noticed, he frowned on the first one then made his upside down face on the second but the nurse rattled a toy and he started laughing! Haha. But now he is fast out on me. Dribbling. He seems a little hot. Calpol is on stand by. The nurse was super fast and a tad rough but it worked a treat...in and out, I left smiling and I thank small graces. He didn't sleep at all last night as he was clawing at his eczema. I put gloves on his hands which worked for a while but he hates his hands being covered so ad to deal with his tantrums, but I didn't let him keep them off. I would rather he didn't sleep than shred his skin off. I wake up to bloodied sheets most mornings so I have to solve this and it's already less angry for our hard work, so no wonder he is conked out on mummy.
My husband wants me to send him a photo of him, but his skin looks like I have rubbed it with sand paper and I don't want him to worry, but never mind.
I am loving being a mummy. It's blooming hard work but its such a blessing. I hope you are all the same (sure we have our bad days but I hope they are few and far between)
My parents in law are driving me potty, to the point that my parents are wanting to speak to them about backing off. As soon as my husband left they were round most days (uninvited) ramming there advice own my throat and patronising the daylights out of me. So much so I have fallen out with mil over cream use on his eczema, and when I plan to ween him, father in law is patronising as hell (been there done that attitude) and they leave me with mess to clear up. So I will be phoning them later to say go away! If that doesn't work, then I have no issue with my parents getting involved. I'm fed up of hosting them without warning.
Rant over.