After what seemed like the longest pregnancy in the entire world, Cooper was born on 20th April by c-section. Weighing a very healthy 8lb 15oz, he's doing all the right things and is just delightful (especially when he's asleep like in the photo).
Things are going pretty well & I feel more in control than I did when I had Riley, and to be honest, probably more in control than I thought I would, but some days (like today when road rage got the better of me at the beach car park & I yelled very bad words to the 80 year old BITCH who stole my park) things feel diabolical.
I'm not sure what makes it worse - the broken sleep, the sore nipples, the constant cluster feeding in the evening or the endless piles of fucking washing.
Oops, it's now 5 weeks later and I still haven't finished this post. There's still piles of washing, there's still bitches stealing parks and Cooper is still delightful.
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