My daughter broke her arm on Saturday night. Its a small fracture in her elbow. They were both staying over at my parents house for the night and she climbed out of her cot at around 8.30pm I think and fell on it and after a while it became clear to my parents that something was wrong and my dad took her to A&E. She was apparently a little star.
She has her arm in a sling. They didn’t put it in plaster. I have to take her to the fracture clinic at the hospital on Wednesday morning.
I really struggled with being at work today. I know, when I’m at work, that she’s being looked after by Bella who will love her and take care of her and give her medicine and cuddles but today I really wanted it to be me doing all those things.
Today being a full-time working mum (9-5.30 in an office) felt really hard and the guilt was almost unbearable. I feel like I’m missing out on so much.
Then when I got home Joshua asked me if I was coming to his sports day. Which I’m not because I am already going to be working from home on Wednesday so that I can take Lala to her hospital appointment and also her first session at school. Bella is going to go but I feel so bad that I’m not going myself.
I need to hang on to the thought that a year or two of experience will mean that I can pick and choose (more so than now anyway) jobs that may be more flexible – based at home, part time…. Something that I will be able to work around the kids more and so that I get to spend more time with them other than weekends and after 6pm.
Hold on to that though, Abi!
My brave little trooper
Sunday afternoon – having a nap in our bed