I went back to work today. Well, kind of. I did a half day, being trained on new equipment. For weeks I have been dreading this day, terrified of having to separate myself from my baby, nervous to the extreme of having to be an employee once again. Yesterday I had several tearful moments and last night I barely slept, partly due to anxiety, partly due to a rather windy… Continue reading
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This morning Little Pea and I took a trip out to our local breastfeeding group. Given that I breastfed The Princess and am fairly passionate about the whole subject, it may come as a surprise that this was my first visit to the group.
After The Princess was born, anxiety and depression kept me indoors and socially detached for a long time. As I started to get… Continue reading
So there has been yet another report released to pile more guilt onto the working mother. It’s a bit like shooting a sitting duck, no? Can the media not give parents just a teeny break once in a while?
Apparently, detrimental long-term effects on your child’s health can be caused by sending them to nursery or to the child-minder. Awesome. So added to the list of separation… Continue reading
I knew I shouldn’t have said anything, I should have just kept my optimistically big mouth shut. No grief and no guilt, eh? Pah. Did it sound like I had made a complaint, like I felt these things were creating a hole in my life?? Today I have felt guiltier and more grief-stricken than I have in a long while. Grief-stricken is, perhaps, a tad strong. Maybe just anguished, vexed… Continue reading