kimberleyrobx
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My confession? My dad is in the critical care unit right now. He had Necrotizing fasciitis. He was taken in by a work mate on wednesday night. We got a phone call from a nurse around 7pm telling us that he was being taken into theatre and being operated on and the next 24-48 hours were crucial. The disease is life threatening. Packed a bag and started the 5 hour journey to the hospital he was staying in. Only got home last night after... two days? i cant remember right now but my confession is that i really, immensly enjoyed the couple of days away from OH and the babies. It was amazing to only have to worry about myself to feed and clean, and not have another 3 people to look after. I got home last night and felt severely depressed. I cried all night because as much as i missed my babies when i was away, i really wished i hadnt come home. I wanted to stay on at the hospital, and i couldnt stop crying because i felt so guilty about leaving my dad in critical care and i felt even guiltier for wanting to leave my babies for longer. The only reason i came home was because OH wasnt coping very well on his own. My confession is that i wish i were 300 odd miles away from my babies. They dont need me right now, not really... i felt guiltier because emily is just by with the chicken pox, and our 3 month old has just came out in them. Am i a terrible mother for wanting to leave my babies? chicken pox or no chicken pox?