I took two weeks off after my mother died and I needed it. I hated going back to the hospital but was glad I worked with babies they can ALWAYS make you feel better. Mothers Day was SUPER hard. I had lost will to live and was ok with anything that happened to me. I did stupid things because I no longer cared.
On May 29th I found out I was pregnant with my first child. I new God sent him to me to show me I did have a reason to live. I transfered from well baby nursery to the NICU and took an additional job as a nanny for Susans friend Madonna. I was working two jobs while Jason was hardly getting part time hours. Winter came and we could not afford to have the heat turned on and he started staying at the fire-station I would get up and go to the super cold bathroom and take the space heater with me and shower. I finaly packed up and left him and moved in with Susan.
I continued working past my due date and took maternity leave right before I was scheduled for 8nduction.
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