i had a c-section on the wed morning and came home on the friday morning. i needed to 'go home'. i had a bed in the baby's room so that i wouldn't disturb the household with a potential screaming baby (my first child was TERRIBLE for months) and i dreaded the fact that it could the same again. i mastered the breastfeeding in ashley's pink and white room. we bonded deeply there. my hubbie brought me tea often, even if i was asleep. things were going fantastic. then we had the first load of family over... craig's folks and my folks on the sunday. i was knackered trying to get some food done, i choked on my juice and felt like my abdomen was splitting in two. i then decided to go to bed and stayed there for about a week until that pain went. in her second week i moved back into my room - i dearly missed my hubbie! i had maid that came to clean luckily and craig cooked for us all.
i was the type of mom that needed alot of quiet personal time to figure out these boobs, this new person and how to juggle sleep. i should have rested in peace for a week before guests came. lesson learned, and painfully learned!

i didn;t answer my phone either, but replied to my 'special' friends x