I was discharged from the perinatal team today. I don’t know why but I sobbed my heart out in my last appointment I think mainly trying to get everything off my chest because I’ll never see him again. My psychiatrist was lovely I actually forst met him in 2014 for preconceptual counselling and two pregnancies later he is just such a comfort to me and I will miss our chats. Came home and rang my best friend in tears saying who am I going to ring now and she said ‘me’ anytime this is a good thing. She told me she will listen to me cry and tell me when I’m being a plonker with my health anxiety worries which is what she said today when I told her I’d convinced myself today that I might die! I came off the phone feeling a lot better after speaking to her and realised that half of my problem was I was constantly ringing my cpn when I was anxious but actually a good chat with my friend was just what I needed. I think I’m going to be okay now.
But then I realised after all the crying like an idiot that I hopefully will see him again because I still think I’d like a 3rd baby which he knows and he said I’ll probably see you soon but it was just weird because the last time I was discharged from him I only had a break of 3 months not seeing him because I was pregnant again and I know that I’m not planning a pregnancy for a little while so it felt like farewell!
Sorry that was long and rambley it’s just a wierd feeling to be discharged