Elizabeth woke at 4am, and again at about 7am, so quite relieved that her 'night pattern' is back to normal. Got up after her morning feed and tiptoed around the house putting the nappies in the washing machine, checking the 'Bounty' discussion boards, opening curtains, putting the dishes away in the cupboards, tidying up, and finally settling down for breakfast. Dug out the information pack to find out when exactly the Breastfeeding Support Group meeting was, umming and ahhing about whether to skip it and go back to bed. Found out it is actually tomorrow so I'm off the hook for today. What to do with this 'bonus time'? I'm running a bath...
Had a long bath, then started rushing around cleaning the house, probably undoing any of the beneficial effects of the bath. Felt much better for hoovering the mattress of our bed, changing the bedding, and dusting the room. Ate lunch at a reasonable lunch-time, and had Elizabeth sitting in her bouncy chair quite happily while I ate. Decided to take her out at about 3.30pm. Put her in her snowsuit, as I realised that although it looks enormous on the hanger, that is actually how big she is now (lengthwise anyway - the sleeves were a little long). Off we set to the town centre. Not a very adventurous trip, just to the library. Dropped off all the books I'd picked up last week, and went to choose another clutch of breastfeeding/newparenting/how to soothe your crying baby books. Drove home with Elizabeth still fast asleep, however she was awake as soon as I came through the door.
Was keen to show husband the details I'd received today about Child Tax Credit. He updated the spreadsheet - it looks more likely that I'll be able to return to work 2 days a week in September.
Elizabeth's frenzy started at 4pm. Husband held her while I started a spaghetti bolognaise, and she seemed ok. Had her nappy changed, and walked around with him, sat chatting in my chair etc. After tea I fed her, then decided to start her bath at 7.23pm - somehow imagining I'd be finished by half past in time to see Coronation Street. Obviously I wasn't. While she was lying on the floor in the bathroom getting ready for her bath I flushed her nappy liner, and she screamed out in fear of the noise the toilet made. I'm noticing she is a lot more bothered by sudded noises now. She has also started cyring all of a sudden in a more pained way when she has just 'had enough'. For example she'll just be sitting smiling and chatting, then will scream out and it sounds as though she is in pain, but once she is held or moved she stops as suddenly as she started.
Fed her upstairs and tried to settle her but no. Ended up finally going into her cot at 11pm.
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