Well the vaccines went as well as can be.

Bubs is now headed firmly out of the newborn phase. There is a real personality emerging, safe to say this kid has a thing for musicals.

Bubs is laughing more and learning new skills, very happy velcro baby.

As for me, health wise, I can add some new problems to my list of “oh my god what’s wrong with me now”. Pregnancy and recovery have not been too kind to me. But its all worth it.

The weather here is weathering and I am always chasing some sleep where I can beg, borrow and steal it from. I am generally a human that requires a lot of sleep to function so that is fun.

I’ve been abusing my audio books when I get the chance to try to maintain some pretence of a brain in my skull.

Other than the usual newborn parent life there isn’t much change in routines of wash onesies and sterilize baby stuff. It’s all fun I guess. However they go through more outfit changes than Cher in a day sometimes.

Well, bubs has first vaccines in a while. I am nervous but that’s cos the crying has such a physical response it actually feels painful physically which I find weird.

Hopefully one day soon I’ll get longer than 5 minutes to think but until then this little bubs is a velcro baby for sure. No solutions, just their personality for me to ride out until they are ready to have that little bit of separation.

Surpassed birth weight and went up the percentile chart after the last health visitor visit. Back up to birth percentile now which is nice. Starting to feel a little chunky and bubs has started to get those little baby rolls instead of being a skinny chicken wing we’re now looking at more of a drumstick I suppose or a thigh? Not quite the whole chicken yet.

Well we finally made it to week 6! The bird feeder however did not… it broke. Not had the brain power to fix it.

Tiny kiddo is finally catching up with birth weight… a little slow grower.

Starting to process the birth a bit more. I will definitely have to book in an appointment to go over everything I don’t have the energy to process it completely right now. There’s not enough sleep going to deal with it.

Baby is smiling now. So that’s progress.

Haven’t done any writing yet, there is hope my brain will kick in.

Hubs kindly brought me a brain training game for Christmas so maybe it will perform some kind of magic and transform my brain from mush to less mush.

My tired self is off to get some rest now.

I think, and I know this is probably jinxing it, that we have hit a rhythm.

It kind of goes, baby eats poops eats poops eats poops and sleep is thrown all over that.

Sarcasm aside, seems to be a good baby if that’s a thing?

I don’t know, I am just tired at this point. I think I will definitely need some physio with how my recovery is going related to the c sec but that was always a likelihood considering I was already at physio for PGP (pelvic girdle pain) before the birth.

Baby is now past the birth weight which is great, starting to grow like a little weed.

In other news we stuck a bird feeder in the garden and the starlings seem very happy with that. The neighbours cat possibly might be happy about that too.

Yawning too much now. Over and out.

Well, Kiddo 2 it turns out was born at 25th centile but did what all babies do and dropped down to the 9th. So much for having an 88th ish centile kiddo… smaller than kiddo 1 at the start but we will see how they grow.

That aside. New born life after 6 years is absolutely wild, I’ve forgotten more than I learned and its like swimming fresh again in a torrent of what the hell is this.

Don’t get me wrong I am one proud mum. But the tired is real!

I am barely stringing this together to write through a haze of what the hell is this and taking the piss out of myself.

Still not allowing visitors but that is more for my own peace of mind at this point.