I do. And here’s why:
Yes, it’s true!
I’ve been blessed by a fourth child, and a third daughter, on April the 8th in the evening. State hospital this time, the Al-Sabah Maternity Hospital in Shuwaikh – not something I’d love to repeat for sure, but nothing to spit at either. Very…medicated. But the staff was great.
Although, I’m kind of hoping that this shop is closed now – I am really, really bad at the baby stages, and I’ve grown too old to manage the hourly waking calls in the night now.
Like, really. I feel absolutely b-r-o-k-e-n every time LJ starts to whimper for food in the night. And she whimpers a lot.
I’ve decided to go full on formula this time around. The breastfeeding battle was short and painful (as it always is with me), and I’m still eaten away by mummy guilt; however for the sake of the (literal) sanity of me and the baby’s, it’s for the better. It just brings too much anxiety and depressive thoughs in my case, and I had quite enough of one battle with PND; no need for a repeat. It can get ugly.
Formula is expensive and fussier for sure…but happy mother, happy child, no?
I’d just be happy if random people stopped (both accidentaly and on purpose) guilt-tripping me about it.
Just few more things to install and pay. I wish the latter was as easy as it was to type, though.
Our latest addition to the zoo! An 18 months old Congo African Grey Parrot, Cuzco. Also hears on Baby and Chicken.
He’s learning new words every day, and even though he’s extra messy and dusty, he’s a cuddle bug that always wants company.
This is a foster kitten my father in law brought some time ago – when the little one was just about one week old, weak, not eating and suffering from hypothermia.
He’d grown into a big, affectionate tomcat.
I’d take less getting up in the night for kitten bottle feeds though – I did think I was over that with the third kid.
Last days of my parents’ visit, hubby rented a small yacht (!) to take us around the shore in Kuwait City.