But if I don't have something to read or watch, I'm fucked. I'll fall asleep or die of boredom.
Not that our generation needs any more excuses to stare at screens, but I am spending a lot of time on my phone.
With my phone I can blog. I'm blogging and feeding right now. I can shop. I can read shit. I can talk to people. Take endless pictures of his adorable little face.
Being cooped up a lot, my world has become my phone. It may be sad, but it's reality. It keeps me in touch with the normal outer world.
So, may I present the many screens of the breastfeeding mother:
The baby app. A piece of trivia and/or advice for each day your baby grows older.
The antenatal WhatsApp group chat. In this case asking the ladies what they think of dummies in the middle of the night. Topics range from dummies to the more enlightening spectrum of poo colours to routines and feeding schedules. My new mummy mates.
The WhatsApp with your best mate. In this case describing what sleep deprivation does to your brain.
Or peruse the jewellery and/or other amazing stuff on Etsy.
I've discovered French baby clothes. Nice ones. And I'm obsessed. I may never buy anything for myaelf again, but Seb is going to be one TRES JOLI dressed baby.
I'm going mental for Petit Bateau, which cost an arm/leg/kidney on the high street, but a fraction of the price if you can find it, on eBay.
Gosh all this gambling is fun.
Last, but not least, the baby monitor screen. LOOk at his little big nostrils!
Yes. My world is pretty small at the moment.