The next chapter

I’m not really sure where to start with this post.  But I’ve wanted to write about something for a little while now, something that I think has been the cause of me feeling a little low for a few weeks.

This may end up being a rather self-indulgent post as I don’t intend to write about Tilly – I want to write about me.  Because I, Tilly’s mum/carer/part-time therapist/spokesperson/advocate, also have needs and issues that have become part and parcel of this different journey that we are feeling our way through.  I want to write this post because there might be some mums out there who are further down the road in their journey than I am who can provide some inspiration, motivation, encouragement to taking a leap on to my next path.  But also, to the mums out there who are where I was a few years ago, or who are feeling like I do now – lets share our stories so we know we’re not alone.  Lets encourage each other to have the courage to take a small step away from our roles as carers to rediscovering who we are and what we are good at outside of the realms of caring.

A little bit of background

Before I fell pregnant with Tilly, our first born, I had a decent job in Marketing.  In fact, I had just been given a promotion that I’d campaigned for and was feeling positive about the future of my career.  But my pregnancy wasn’t a straightforward one and was fraught with fear (we were told at our 12 week scan that something wasn’t ‘right’ with our baby, which led to numerous tests and resulted in us finding out that she had a heart defect) and pain (I suffered from symphysis pubis dysfunction, or ‘SPD’ from around 5 months –  walking hurt, climbing stairs hurt, standing, sitting, lying down, everything I did hurt).  My job suffered as I had to take time off for tests, and as the SPD pain worsened, I had to admit defeat and, at 6 months, was signed off work for the remainder of my pregnancy.

When Tilly was born, we were thrown into a world that we had no idea we were about to enter.  She was born at 10.30pm on 1st July 2009 – we were told before she was born that they would have to take her away as soon as she arrived to give her a good check, due to her heart defect.  We were in such a state of delirium & exhaustion that when she was born, we didn’t even notice that she wasn’t breathing – it wasn’t until around 4 weeks after her birth we noticed on a letter from the Consultant Paediatrician to Genetics that she had to be resuscitated.

The next day was the day that the future we had dreamt of having with our baby girl was turned upside down.  A consultant pulled us into a small, dingy side room (well, eventually he did – the delivery of his bad news began in the ward during a very busy visiting time until he realised that perhaps it wasn’t the best place to break bad news to new parents!!!).  He proceeded to tell us that he didn’t know what it was, but he felt that there was something seriously wrong with our baby.  He talked about her heart defect, her talipes (club feet), dysmorphic features (I still hate that word but basically it means features that are abnormal from a typical baby) and how he felt there was something wrong with her genetically.  We were utterly devastated, and the scarring from that day hasn’t healed – at a time when new parents are bursting with pride and excitement, when hormones are all over the place and exhaustion from the previous 36 hours has set in, the way in which this doctor broke the news to us still makes me angry, sad.  In fact a whole range of emotions that I wish I didn’t have to feel.  He completely destroyed a time that new parents should relish.  And sadly, what followed over the next few years was a journey of fear, suspicion, sadness and worry.

I could write a novel about that time of our lives but thats not what I want this post to be about – maybe I’ll write more about it some day!

This is about how what happened next, led to my career being abandoned.

But not immediately.  I did return to work when Tilly was around 14 months old, and although I tried hard to focus on my role, I had to take a significant amount of time off for hospital appointments and illnesses (she caught every little virus going in those early years).   After a few months, I then decided to take some unpaid leave to focus on Tilly’s development – she was still very behind on milestones, still being tested to find out what the bigger picture was, and I felt an immense amount of guilt going to work and leaving her.  I was her mum, I should be at home doing everything I could to help her develop.

After a couple of months of being at home with her, I discovered that I was pregnant again – a complete surprise as at that time, we didn’t think we wanted to have another child.  But sometimes, I believe, things are meant to happen.  And that ‘thing’ was Tilly’s wonderful little brother, Elliot.  He was born without any heart defect, any abnormal features – he was a healthy, hungry baby boy.  And he allowed us to experience that new parent feeling in hospital that we always felt we missed out on with Tilly.  But it was bittersweet as it amplified how awful the experience with the paediatrician was.

Anyway, fast forward to Elliot’s 1st birthday.  I had planned to return to work after his 1st birthday because it was what I always expected that I would do after having a family.  Since leaving school, I had worked and didn’t expect that having children would put a halt on my career.  However, several changes had happened in the department I worked for and I was called into a meeting to discuss my role.  I was told that I wouldn’t be returning to my previous Marketing Communications job that I’d worked so hard for but I was being offered a role similar to one I had done at the start of my career 10 years previously.  I felt betrayed, angry, discriminated against and went straight to the union rep to discuss my options.  To cut a long story short, I was offered voluntary redundancy .  As they refused to give me my old job back , I took the redundancy and walked away from the career I’d had for 10+ years to focus on raising my children, and became full-time carer to Tilly.

And here we are now…

Tilly is now 7 years old, in mainstream school 5 days a week, settled and happy.  For the first time since before I was pregnant, I feel that I can start stepping back from my role as carer for a few hours each week – and perhaps I can get myself some work again!  The extra money would certainly be good.

But I’m stuck, I don’t know where to turn next.  I’m not sure what type of employee I’d now be – my eyes have been opened to a different way of life, to a life that has more meaning than the one I’d lived before Tilly & Elliot came along .  I don’t think I’d tolerate the ‘office politics’ that were such a big part of my previous job; I would need time off for hospital visits and appointments; and I would need a large degree of flexibility to allow me to continue with caring for Tilly outside of school.  It’s easier with Elliot – he would easily cope with breakfast clubs, after school clubs, holiday clubs, playdates with friends, sleepovers etc if I had to be at work.  But with Tilly, that isn’t an option.  I would have to find specific care for her, and sadly, that just isn’t available where we live.

Whereas many of my counterparts have been able to return to work, I’ve found it difficult because Tilly’s needs were and will continue to be greater than children her own age, or significantly younger – Elliot, at age 4, is already way more independent than his sister.  I feel I’ve been left behind and am scrambling to catch up.

I’m now in my forties (early!), my confidence has dipped, my CV isn’t as good as it used to be and I’m still a carer to my daughter with additional needs.  But I want to be more than her carer, she deserves more than that, as does Elliot, so I’ve got some more avenues to explore.  I’m sure that there must be something out there, something I can do for myself – I’ll just have to keep looking so that I can start the next chapter of my own journey.

If you are reading this and any of it resonates with you, please get in touch, I would love to hear from you.