Since having Freddie almost six months ago, I have felt like I’ve been on a particularly relentless emotional rollercoaster. Never before have I experienced such extremes; overwhelming happiness and then feelings of hopelessness and the worry, my god the worry.
When the midwife first put Freddie on my chest, I remember tears streaming down my face and being unable to express anything other than ‘Is this my baby? This is my baby?’. I have never ever felt happiness and pride like I did that day. But almost as soon as he arrived the worry set in. Was he comfortable? Was he happy? What did he need? Was he in pain? Could I make him happy? Why was he crying? Why had he slept so long? Did I need to wake him? View Full Post