My Intertwined children. Part 3

Four Years Ago Today
I was on a flight to Perth from Dubai after a mild amount of drama at the airport in regard to traveling on an emergency passport. I had finally received an emergency passport from the embassy in the morning (talk about cutting it fine).

I had a fairwell dinner with friends the night before, and received some lovely gifts. I shared with them the truth of why I was really leaving, and my lack of partying over the past couple of months. No-one had suspected a pregnancy but everyone seemed happy for me.

I had spent the evening in Dubai with a close girlfriend, who tried very hard to find out who the father was. Actually, the night before had also raised much speculation on who the father was too. My secret but I think most people had suspicions. He was never going to be involved in this childs life as a father figure, and since he was still living in the Emirates I didn’t want anybody to put expectations on him that I certainly didn’t have.

Finally, after a couple of weeks of passport dramas, I was on my flight, coming to terms with the reality of becoming a sole parent, imagining life with my son (didn’t even enter my head this baby could be a girl).

Three Years Ago Today
I was imagining life with my daughter, again as a sole parent.

I was also so over my job, the early starts and the late evenings, so I resigned! I hadn’t been there long enough to be entitled to maternity leave so I was looking forward to finishing work in 2 weeks, though I would still be doing some casual midwifery work.

To be continued