birth was traumatic for me (obv pplp have nice births too but that just wasnt' the case for us) and am now suffering with post traumatic stress disorder after a wrong diagnosis of PND.
breastfeeding was extrememly tough in the beginning, feeling like constantly feeding but by about 8 weeks old i began to reall y enjoy it, became a chance to cuddle and even an excuse to sit down rather than a chore.
obviously all problems are multiplied by 100 when ur not sleeping and the lack of sleep wa tough but it is only temporary and u have to keep telling urself that, but ds sleeps fantastically now and wev'e almost forgotten the sleepless nights ever happened lol
family members...now this was a biggy for us as we were wtaying with my mum from 37weeks pregnant til ds was 15weeks old and it was a constant battle of wills between my mum and i, obv she knows better than me and everything i say can be disregarded cos she is an expert and we were living with her so her rules applied! now we've finally got our own place tho and only see my mum once maybe twice a week its a bit better but still when ever she's here she can't help interogating me about somehting or criticisng or just generally sticking her nose in and constantly trying query how we choose to do things with ds (like his bedtime routine is not the same as when she did us so therefor is all wrong, or is his food too lumpy? not lumpy enough? has he had enough water? shldn't i give him juice instead of water, arrgghh!) but obviously she is not everyones mum ans i imagine most mum's are supportive and trusting of their daughters maternal instaincts and the fact tha they are the mum, justy not in our case. tbh tho i think its cos my sis spent 5yrs in cumbria with her 3girls so she missed out on a lot of them growing up but since she moved back to kent they've fallen out so don't see each other atll, my bro lives in jersey with his sons, and i spent the first 2 trimesters of pregnancy in belgium so i think she feels like she needs to be as 'involved' as possible but it does my head in lol.
best things are thesmallest ... when i go into get ds up in the morning and he's smiling at me as if to say 'good morning, i've missed u', everytime he laughs melts my heart, when he was born all the troubles of the birth seemd to vanish for a minute (corny but true) and it was just the 3 of us in the room sharing those moments together (ignoring obv the aneasthetist, surgeons and midwives lol) and just knowing that we know matter how hard things appear to be they do change and get easier and for all the hardwork we have a beautiful, happy son who cldn't be more perfect, even when he's grumpy and teething lol. xx