I have been avoiding writing this post. Talking about what I went through (and am still going through although not as severe) is something I still find incredibly painful. The first nine weeks of Isaac's life were the best and worst of mine. I feel like I need to take the time here to briefly talk about the Mother Baby Unit and the incredibly supportive, wonderful, beautiful nurses and midwives who work there. These women saw me at my absolute lowest. They were perfect strangers who came to feel like family. They talked me through so many panic attacks, cared for my son when I was unable to, made me laugh, talked me through everything I was feeling, never judged me, never made me feel like a bad mother - quite the opposite. I quite literally couldn't have gotten through those weeks without them. I will owe them for the rest of my life and Isaac has the privilege of having a lot of extra "Aunties...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.