Hola.
It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m sitting here having been to fertility reflexology and done a ‘big shop’ in the Holy Trinity: Aldi, Booths and Home Bargains. Yes, there were babies. No, I didn’t cry by the kidney beans like I did last time I was in there. Progress. I did feel sad by the bakery goods though, but I held onto my shizzle this time. I am THE big brave soldier your mother told you about.
Whilst I was pottering at home, I looked out the landing window to see over the road feeding their child in the window. They were proffering a spoonful of baby food and the baby was turning away indignantly. I was a motherhood voyeur of the life that could have been. An orange-lit advent calendar window of despair. It wasn’t nice. The ghost of motherhood future.
At Booths I treated myself to a free coffee and a bottle of Ilkley oatmeal stout. It promises treacle and chocolatey flavours. I have started drinking again, but I feel conflicted about it. Part of me thinks I deserve a break the other part is scowling, saying it’s going to affect my fertility. That bit of me is a mean mo fo. My brother sister in law has invited me around for drinks at their house to cheer me up. They have promised upbeat conversation and fun. My brother can be a bit dour at times so I hope they live up to their promises and I am touched by their thoughtfulness to try and raise me out of this funk.
So, yes, I went back to work last week. It was hard. There were a few crying moments at my desk. The first day back we had paediatric life support refresher training. I hadn’t really thought too hard about this (surprisingly) so when my assistant clinical lead sidled up to me asking me whether I needed to do this today, I was puzzled, assuring her I was fine to do this training. Then they brought out the baby resuscitation dolls. Reader, it was difficult. Someone was sitting across the door as the room was packed. The room was red hot, my eyes were brimming and there was no escape. I had even been warned. This was such a stupid situation. I completed the training and went back to my desk and cried my sodding leg off.
In family therapy, a particularly ebullient teenage boy asked me if I had children. I haven’t been asked this for years by the families we see. He was a sweet boy so it took the edge off it a bit. He also told me I was very good at my job which was like music to my ears after feeling like such a failure. It’s so hard in work. Themes are always around motherhood, parenting and loss. The first two, tantalisingly within my grasp then taken away by the latter.
Colleagues had been instructed that I had a “bereavement” but not to ask me about it. I was in work for 2 minutes before someone said “Sorry for your loss” and started ramping up to talk to me about it. Bloody therapists. Play by their own bloody rules. I politely but firmly said I wasn’t up for talking about it. Not being asked about it has really helped me feel a bit more normal, but last time in work I was pregnant and I can’t help but look at it through these eyes.
I am dealing with the pain better though, I do feel more resilient now. Possibly my anti depressants kicking in or possibly the efforts I have been making to face the world and engage in life. Going back to work was a good idea as a welcome distraction in some ways. Work have given me a bit of leeway just to have a few weeks where I’m just in, managing and not seeing many clients. I’m not sure how much use I’d be to them anyway. I think my mental health needs are probably greater than theirs at the moment. I might ask them to listen to my problems for a change. The camaraderie and companionship of colleagues has been good and writing technical reports has been absorbing although I will drift off into baby-zone in my head at times. One of my colleagues has found out her husband has been cheating on her and that has been absorbing our shared office in a lot of dialogue as she wrestles with what has happened and tries to decide what to do. I really feel for her. Life is shit sometimes. Your life can change in a second. It really is true isn’t it?
As you know, comedy has been getting me through this. I found a new comedy to watch but sadly I binge watched it all in one go. GameFace, Roisin Conaughty’s sitcom. I can thoroughly recommend it. Brilliant to see female writers getting platforms for their work. I was hooked after the pilot. I possibly enjoyed it more than Toast of London and Catastrophe and I really liked them. I need a new comedy to indulge in now. Please, suggestions in the comments section.
Right, I’m off to get ready to go to my brothers. Hope life is treating you well and you are liking the blog. Do you think I might like your blog? If so, let me know about it in the comments section.