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.