Here’s some groundbreaking news: bringing up two babies is tiring. It’s time-consuming, energy-sapping, sleep-depriving, nerve-jangling, and creativity-testing. But most of all it’s just plain tiring. This is the first (non-obligated) blog post I have had chance to write for weeks, and it’s down to the fact that The Boyfriend has had a day off, I had a lie-in this morning, we had dinner out so there’s no washing up to… Continue reading
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I’ve been away from here for ages. Not only was I without a phone for what seemed like a year, I took a holiday in the Lake District with my family. There were ten of us in total, which meant lots of people to look after The Baby (actually it was just a huge audience for her to entertain daily) while The Boyfriend… Continue reading
This week has been a strange old week. The Baby turned One, I came to the realisation that the anxiety I have been experiencing is actually a little out of the realms of ‘normal’ (crying in the super-market car-park after shopping for picnic food the night before The Baby’s party, out of a) sheer relief that no-one knifed/kidnapped/attacked me, and b) shame that as a 32 year old woman I… Continue reading
I’ve been discharged from the Parent and Baby Unit.
I’m thinking that I was possibly a little harsh in my last post. I have actually learned a few useful things through these counselling sessions (I’m not just saying all this as I found out that my counsellor takes her son to the same nursery that I’ll be taking The Baby to and am now worried if she reads my blog… Continue reading
I have counselling this morning. And I use that term in its very loosest sense. It’s been a month since I last went, because I am apparently almost fine now.
Having spent an hour each week, then reduced to each fortnight, having hand-outs about depression and recovery read to me by a girl who looks so young I would guess she is just about ready to take her GCSE options, I… Continue reading