My depression went really bad the other day, so a friend offered to come down and give me baby therapy with her toddler and new baby. Was really nice. We met in a local cafe that's popular with our crowd, met up with a few other people and I was greeted by the toddler and handed the baby, who settled, fussed, yawned, settled and slept - which was exactly what I needed.
One of the other women there is pregnant so it was nice to catch up with her and her progress. We briefly touched on the financial implications of baby-making and both agreed it's too scary to really face right now. They have a budget plan but it means going without things they are used to having and her maternity package is really good. Frightened me when I look at what my options are and especially the cost of childcare :/
Another friend was being a bit broody but I don't think she realised I was having depression-related baby therapy rather than broody-related; she kept asking for baby to be passed to her but everyone else sort of put her off by pointing out that it might wake him, for which I was very grateful. It was annoying cos she knows how broody I am and she had spent some time already with toddler (who is a lovely toddler I enjoy spending time with very much) and I presume with baby too, so it felt selfish.
Bah. Will stop being mean. Baby time was good.
Hooray for baby therapy, sometimes it's good to be selfish :-)
ReplyDeleteI've been babysitting some friend's toddlers, though I don't think they realise how much it is therapy for me!
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ReplyDeleteIt was what I needed.
ReplyDeleteSo broody again, but at least my mood is in recovery.