I’m with my son and his wife who’ve just had their first baby. The labour was long and my daughter in law had no proper sleep for 60 hours. My son came home last night after his wife and baby were settled and he got a solid 10 hours sleep. I’ve popped by today this afternoon after a very quiet morning. I’ve gently pottered to make sure everything remains ship shape in their already orderly house. I’ve peeled a couple of carrots, chopped some broccoli and cauliflower and prepared some chicken breasts so that they can easily make a wholesome meal.
But my son saw me become overwhelmed with fatigue. I was trying to cover it up but he insisted I sat down and tried to sleep. He now wants me to stay at their house tonight rather than drive 60 miles to my daughter’s or 120 miles home.
All through the pregnancy they’ve said how important it is for them to be alone at home with their baby so if I stay, I’ll spoil their first night at home as a family. (Not that they’d ever make me feel unwelcome. They are lovely.)
It really upsets me that I can’t hide this illness from my children. I used to be so energetic and so capable. This time last year I would think nothing of leaping out of bed before dawn, driving 125 miles to my company’s head office, having a full day of meetings then driving home. Now I can’t peel a few veg and put on a washing machine without being exhausted . #moanmoanmoan