Growing out of newborn clothes

It's the weekend, so in theory a welcome opportunity to share the nappy changes and household chores with my husband. He is doing well actually - not needing so many prompts to put washing in, take it to the tumble dryer, or to wash up dishes. Being twelfth night an issue for today was the taking down of the Christmas tree. He duly got the step ladder from the garage and fetched the decorations box from the loft, then set off to the shopping centre to return some clothes and get his hair cut. I traipsed around in my dressing gown packing away the baubles, and nostalgically wrapping Elizabeth's 'my first Christmas' decorations in tissue paper to consign them to the loft. Decorations duly packaged up I then turned to the clothes which Elizabeth has now grown out of. Felt very sad making a parcel for the loft containing her first newborn suits (the ones she wore in hospital!!) and her first nappy wraps. Made a careful note of what I was packaging, although it is difficult to imagine bringing them back down for a second baby at the moment. On a roll so took all my maternity clothes out of the wardrobe and packaged them up. Sad to say goodbye to my navy blue spotty t-shirt, the white skirt that got me through most of the summer, and the big black tops that I seem to have been wearing since September. Will I ever wear them again?!!

Husband arrives back to find me still in bed having not had a shower or anything! Feeding Elizabeth and looking a bit sorry for myself. Eventually hand her over and manage to get a shower, then hold Elizabeth while trying to pass bags and boxes up into the loft. I noticed today that Elizabeth has started to noticeably startle - when sitting in her bouncy chair she jumped when I made a racket tripping over next to her. She also jumped when I put her on her changing mat, and jumped a couple of times when my husband has made a loud noise near her.

The 'feeding frenzy' started at 4pm and continued until midnight. Exhausting at the time, but she was obviously stocking up for the night ahead because she didn't wake up until seven am. Trouble was I was awake at 5am, sitting downstairs trying to express milk to relieve the agony! Didn't achieve much but it was my first attempt.