Thank you so much for all the support after I posted yesterday. I’m pleased to say that I woke up feeling better and, despite Little Red being quite sick today, it’s been a good day. (Little Man, Copperhead and Alfie – aka ‘Appie’/Happy because the girls can’t pronounce his name – played with trains nearly all morning!)
THE SOURCE OF MY ANXIETY
I know getting back into the swing of Little Reds medical stuff lies at the bottom of my feelings of anxiety. Earlier this week we received confirmation of her appointment with a geneticist. The next day it was a letter about her hearing test. Just getting this mail makes my stomach lurch.
It’s probably because we’ve had that big break over Christmas and January, I remember it threw me the same way last year. Maybe I need to work on my boundaries more, my coping mechanisms.
I tell myself there are people much worse off than us, considering LR can physical get around fine and is such a happy, delightful child. I remind myself that there is no need to keep on at myself to be strong. Or to get down about the fact I sometimes feel weak and helpless when it comes to this heath stuff. After all, surely it’s all a normal reaction?
In my heart I know I do all I can, to the best of my ability, always. Yet, I’m still finding that I’m continually working on being okay with that.