I could write about being sad but there’s nothing like a toddler vomiting on you at 5am in the morning to give you a fresh perspective or at the very least something to do.
It hurts that for the first time I really just knew I was pregnant and that it was one that didn’t stick. The knowledge hurt. Sometimes not knowing is so much better. And it hurts my heart and maybe my pride a little as well.
But I have a little one to look after so I don’t have to think about that too much. I just have to try to get her to a bucket or sink as quickly as possible. And know that in the afternoon she will be tired but she will start to feel better.
It’s ok. I’ve needed to be needed this week.