just loved to sleep close to me; never causing any problems and it was a blessing to be her mother. She was giving me strength I didn’t realise I had.
I waited a while in the reception area, but I was relieved to have my name displayed on the buzzer icon and proceeded to go and see the nurse.
The nurse was quite a matter of fact. She saw to Lucy and then asked about my welfare. I obviously answered as well as I could then hesitated after a much−needed long pause… I eventually just let out a barrage of unwept tears that just came out of nowhere, and they wouldn’t stop.
Understandably the nurse just thought it was my hormones or early signs of the pressures of motherhood. Obviously nowadays there was so many labels and mental health