Mum guilt poorliness

Mum guilt poorliness

To all male friends and family. Stop
Reading now. NOW!
Being poorly is never fun but it’s not until you have children whilst being poorly that you long for a day off work tucked up in bed watching Netflix, having naps and not getting out your PJs like the ‘good ol days’. It’s more of a put the kids in front of Ben and Hollys little kingdom and hope they don’t moan whilst you die on the sofa counting down the minutes until your partner gets home.

If anyone didn’t know I have PCOS. It’s not fun and comes with some shitty side affects. But after having the kids I’ve not really suffered much until just after Indiana where I didn’t have a period until March. I did a pregnancy test and prayed for them couple of minutes that I wasn’t pregnant again…. negative, Hmmm? So where’s this period? In that time I went to the doctors 4 times and I barely got anything and got the conclusion that I was stressed and overweight. (This was a main reason for my diet). And then in March my period returned, very angrily. *pre warning this is going to get to the nitty gritty* it was soooo heavy with lots of clots. But in true Mum style fashion I just had to get on with it.

Four weeks passed and there was not much letting up and it was starting to make me very dizzy and queasy. I went to the gym on Thursday for spinning and I came home and fainted, I was also violently sick and went to bed very early. Things weren’t getting much better but then on Sunday I couldn’t stand up without loosing a ton of blood. It was horrendous. I was wearing a tampon and towel and it was still going to my ankles. I was getting freaked out so I called my mum who said to go to bed and sleep it off.

Pat took the kids on an egg hunt and sent me to bed to rest, I tried but then I had another bad show. At this point my home was looking like a scene from Saw and I couldn’t carry on. I called 111 who got me an ambulance and was blue lighted to hospital. I had a drip and was in a bed lined with a lot of towels! After blood tests and six hours wait for the doctor I was given medication to stop the bleeding and it was concluding I wasn’t having a miscarriage but one of the consequences of having PCOS.

I have to rest up for five days to get over it and (hopefully) stop the bleeding. If there’s anything I’ve learned it’s that you have to put yourself first sometimes, they tell you to put your oxygen mask on before anyone else’s on a plane for a reason. Being a Mum isn’t an excuse to neglect yourself and especially your health, last night everyone who I saw kept saying “why didn’t you seek medical attention sooner?!” When in honesty I didn’t want to be poorly, I didn’t have the time or people around me to deal with it.

It’s made us really driven to move closer to family and friends. But I’m very thankful to Pat for taking care of the kids and holding down the fort, also for the horrendous cleaning and washing jobs he had to do. Soz about that.

Also Delilah asked “where mummy gone?” And Pat had to tell her that I’d gone to the shops *cries everywhere*
Will hopefully be better soon!

Love Sophie, Delilah and Indiana x

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