I remember leaving the clinic wanting to throw up. No one had really explained to me what was actually going on or told me what was wrong. Perhaps they thought I knew or perhaps they thought it was best I didn't. I called my mum straight away and she began the wave of 'It will be fine's that crashed down on me for the next month.
How difficult it can be at times to spot your grief for mummy. While we quite rightly do not use it as an excuse for every minor indiscretion, it is at times so glaringly obvious that the very worst you can ever throw at me is undeniably a direct consequence of the turmoil you occasionally feel inside. Yet although I know and accept its origins, why do I always allow it to hit me so personally and so deeply?
We are a very happy camp right now, I will always share what I find difficult about parenting because without this I would not have made such complete progress, to admit to a problem is not to show weakness, it's to invite the good people amongst us to pick us up and send us off in the right direction.