So today was the first day that I had Charlie on my own.
It was hard, Simon and I hadn't gotten organized enough and he didn't get enough sleep, we didn't have the morning figured out and I was freaking out and trying to figure out where everything was and failing and Charlie was screaming and Simon realized he had forgotten to do any ironing for work...it was insane.
After Simon went it calmed slightly. I got Charlie fed and he slept (sort of) and I made a Doctors appointment for my back and arranged with my Mother-in-law to be picked up and taken to my appointment which was at 2:30, boiled up bottles, changed nappies, fed Charlie again, got peed on, changed Charlie again, fed Charlie again, ate some food, drank some water, drank some chocolate milk that was in the fridge, boiled up bottles again, changed Charlie, packed up the baby bag, changed charlie, fed charlie, got picked up by Sheila, got to the Doctors juggling everything, of course he started crying.
Got the paperwork to register him at the Doctors, made my post natal appointment and his 8 week immunization appointment and managed to breastfeed him subtly. The first time for that.
I was meant to catch the bus back, I got into my appointment about 2:50. The next bus was 3:40, the bus after that was at 5pm. I had a prescription that I had to get filled so I got out of my appointment and he slept all the way to Boots (a big pharmacy over here) and was as good as gold until I got in line to drop off my prescription. It was at that point that he decided to scream the place down. I got the prescription and happily there was a baby room at the shop so I could go feed him in private!
So I went, fed him, chatted with another desperate mother with a hungry baby (her husband had wandered off with the baby bag and she had to desperately buy a disposable bottle because it was the only thing that was sterile), annnnddd by that time I'd missed my bus.
So I bought some formula from Boots (and some pacifiers) and went to Costa Coffee to call Sheila because I'd missed my bus. I had a piece of lemon cake and called Sheila and got picked up and got home.
Now the reason I got the pacifiers. Before I had Charlie I didn't really like pacifers. I thought they looked stupid, and really really didn't like them on older kids, and didn't like the way that SOME mothers use them as a replacement for parenting. However, then I had Charlie. Charlie likes to eat, but when he's not eating or pooing, or hiccuping, or kicking for fun, he likes to suck...he gets cross when he can't find something to suck on. He won't take food, but he will suck on your finger until it's all pruney and the knuckle aches, then he'll go to sleep. In that case? I want a freakin pacifier. In fact the only reason I can write this damn article is because he fell asleep next to me while sucking on a pacifer. A once hated thing is now a much loved object.
Also? I just discovered I fit my clothing better then I used to. I am a very happy Mom.
But yes, I've now found out how difficult it will be to get everything done now because Charlie is a very awake, very interested in the world little boy. This is a good thing, but means he's very demanding of your attention when you're trying to do things. I had to keep putting him down when he was crying because I had to go deal with boiling water.
But he's a good baby mostly, he just has crap timing.
As I said though, he's a good baby...plus it was wonderful out today because people kept stopping to say how gorgeous he is, which he is. Not that I'm bias or anything.
ETA: I'm much less afraid of someone taking him now. I even let Simon take Charlie with him when he went out to do quick shopping and drop something off at his parents house this evening. Somehow surviving the first day with Charlie and taking him out on the town makes me feel like his mother.