After a long night of deep (and thankfully unbroken) sleep, I am alert enough to post about my trip away.
For those who didn’t know, my sister had a baby about 2 weeks ago, and I went up for a week to help her out.
When I arrived, I was shocked at how tired and unwell she looked. I understand that 26 hours of labour followed by a c-section is draining, but she looked absolutely shattered, and she was literally a grey colour.
So ….. I have spent the week cooking, cleaning, washing and folding, plus reassuring my sister that mr2 weeks is perfectly normal and not a devil child. 
It took us almost a week to train mr2 weeks out of screaming for 2 hours solid at 2 am, and when I left he had transferred his “awake” time to mid morning, which was much easier to manage. We discovered he prefers to sleep in pitch dark, and doesn’t like being rocked or patted. And he’s a guts, and will happily overfill himself if you feed him too early …. resulting in major tummy aches and back to 2 am screaming. He also bites really well ….. but he loves looking at your eyes and hair, and smiles.
After a week of waking at midnight ….. every night, I am shattered. I have had plenty of sleep, but I am still very tired. But, I think I was a help ….. which is good.
