When reality bites
The last couple of weeks have been tough, we've had coughs, colds (all of us) and teething (just Rose) and everything that comes with those and I am happy to say we now seem to be coming out the other side and I have finally sat down and written this blog that has been going around and around in my head for weeks. I seem to worry constantly about Rose's weight gain (despite her being lovely and chubby) and her nappies weren't as wet for a few hours this week and I went in to full military mode until they were back up to a weight I was happy with, don't mess with me and the wee! I don't know how I have had the energy to get through some of the recent days and feed Rosie sometimes 8 or 9 times in the day, as well as remembering to feed myself, but you know what you find it somewhere. Rosie summing it up here, I ate that soup in the background cold and at speed whilst I held her hand because she cried if I didn't: I am so tired, I don't think