So, some of you may ask how I have ended up here. I'm also asking the same question so m going to think and type and see where it gets me. Maybe I will have answers, maybe I'll end up even more confused and have a bigger list of questions. Who knows?
Iv just found out im pregnant. We had been trying for a while but im still petrified. I'm going to have to give birth and be responsible for a small human and I live 300 miles away from friends and family with little support. Oh dear god. Pregnancy was a rollercoaster with a few complications but I was well looked after at my local maternity unit who decided it was best to induce me early- Hello Baby Girl!
I was always loved my Job working with some of the most vulnerable children and families within the community, attending every training opportunity and climbing the career ladder. I didn't think I would enjoy having time off work- I like to be busy but a new baby sure kept me going- but I was loving being off with my new little bundle in a way I couldn't have imagined. Life dramatically changed and I loved it! I then get a phone call from my manager- Redundancies are on the cards? Il take it, send me my cheque, please! There was no hesitation from me, which surprised a few people.
This year was spent mostly spent adjusting to life as a family of 3, supporting my hubby who got a promotion at work and meeting loads of new mums at some local baby groups. I had a great baby, she ate, she slept, she took everything in her stride and always had a smile on her little face. We were so lucky! We managed a couple of nice holidays and relaxing family days out. We got to know the little person that we had created and were in awe of her every noise and movement. Before I knew it, my baby was approaching her first birthday and all the mums I had met started to go back to work and reality dawned. For the first time in my entire working life, I didn't have a job. It felt so strange. I made up a business plan then stuck it in a drawer. I had done this several times over the past few years. I had always wanted to do it, but there was never the right time. Something else always got in the way.
My Little baby was becoming a very independent and assertive toddler. She was very social and loved interacting with anyone who would look at her. Supermarket trips took me forever as she would babble away to every little old lady that walked past. At 15 months old, I decided it was time to let her go to nursery a couple of days a week and I would get a job. Im very fussy so did loads of research and trialled some out. There was one nursery where she just wriggled out of my arms, went off to play and didn't look back for me. When I later went back to get her she cried because she didn't want to leave. It was exactly what we both needed, so I started working the following month.
I had been in my job 2 months now and my daughter was loving life at nursery with her friends. Life was good and we were settled and happy. We spent every other weekend driving up and down the M6 to visit all of our family and friends back home in Glasgow. It has been nearly 7 years since we moved to Cheshire, away from home and everything we knew, fairly fresh out of Uni and carefree. Then my husband got a phone call offering him a new job and us as a family an amazing opportunity to move back to Glasgow. Back to life as we knew it, with people we knew. There was no hesitation so we put our house on the market and booked a removal company, but if only it were to be that simple.... Life for the rest of 2018 was going to be much tougher than any of us could of imagined!...