On Saturday I went to see my niece for the first time, she’s about 3 weeks old I think, I said when she was born it would be a few weeks or months as I was too fragile but the longer it went on I just couldn’t help myself. Especially when I’d see pictures on social media and family had said she is the double of me I felt I just needed to see for myself.
Baring in mind I have not seen any of them since the pregnancy was announced I just needed to rip the plaster and man up.
I’m so glad I went! I was there for around half an hour before I asked if I could hold her. They were fantastic with me and didn’t talk about the birth until I asked. We talked about everything and anything at first which put me at ease and made me realise I had nothing to fear.
I came away feeling so happy and bursting for love. I was also very proud of myself that I managed to go and be happy.
I don’t know if it was the fact that I then went out with friends and enjoyed a few drinks but yesterday I was exhausted, low and tearful.
I think it was a mixture of things, lack of sleep, Sunday blues as I’m having a rough time at work at the moment and the fact I don’t deal well with the next day from the night before. I didn’t drink loads but even a couple affects me the next day.
This all made me realise that going out and enjoying a night is only a very short fix and that staying in every weekend with a family of my own is what I really want.
The highs from Saturday just came crashing down like a tonne of bricks.
I’m getting really impatient now and not only for a baby, for the fact I want a new job but too scared to incase we get called for treatment and I loose my entitlements with a new employer so I’m in a very crap position.
Monday morning has arrived and I’m tired and anxious about the week ahead. I have to leave my feelings at the door as I don’t want my boss to pull me up again for not looking happy enough.
Only 4 more weeks until summer and then I can hide away for a while and hopefully be a bit further forward.
😢