Im sorry this is long and seems very petty. It has been bugging me for months so I would like some opinions. I know it seems silly.
I am an expat living overseas. I found out I was pregnant last year and found the medical system here confusing, especially as I don't speak the language very well.
I had the baby at a local hospital in February. When I was discharged, I was given loads of instructions for next steps I needed to take. I had to make different appointments in various hospitals for routine tests for the baby. I had loads of other beurocratic things to do too.
Driving here is quite intimidating so I just drive short routes that I'm familiar with ( I'm gradually expanding my repetoire, though). I had a c section so couldn't drive for the first 6 weeks anyway. This will make sense soon.
I have an acquaintance. Let's call her Carla. Carla could not have been more willing to help me when I got out of hospital. She lives across the road from the town hall, so met me there to help me register the birth. There were a few issues so I had to go back another time and she came back too. I thanked her profusely.
She said that I needed to go to another place to do some more 'baby admin' and offered to bring me. Its a 5 minute drive, so one day she took me and helped me to sort all of that out, too. Again I thanked her profusely, many, many times, in person and in text.
I had to make 2 follow up appointments for different hospitals but the phone line was really confusing. She offered to do it and said she was on hold for hours but just had the phone on loud speaker while she went about her day.
I was blown away by her kindness and again thanked her profusely. She left me a voice message telling me that I was very welcome, that she was happy to help with anything and to let her know if I needed anything at all or if I needed her to bring me anywhere. To be honest, I heard a bit of hesitation in her voice when she said that bit about bringing me anywhere.
My husband took me to the first hospital appointment at 2 weeks postpartum as he was still off on paternity leave. The other appointment was in a hospital that I didn't know or know how to get to, other than it was a 15 minute drive away.
I felt incredibly vulnerable in those early weeks. My c section scar took a very long time to heal, I was exhausted and felt very alienated from the services. Locals would tell me that even they found it a minefield to navigate the health care system, and couldn't imagine what it must be like for a foreigner to go through.
I started to get really anxious about how to get to the second hospital appointment (in march). I knew that while the 6 week mark had passed and I technically could drive, mentally I couldn't face it. I was also scared to get a taxi as I felt like I would struggle to manage the carseat in and out of taxis by myself as my wound still felt very tender. I kind of felt anxious about doing anything even slightly out of my comfort zone actually.
So in a moment of total emotional weakness, I sent her a voice message and asked her could she bring me. I said it in a way that she could easily make an excuse and get out of it. However, she listened to the message and never replied.
The days passed with no reply and suddenly I realised that I had pushed my luck. I met her a few times and she was much colder with me. Things were awkward and it was just far too embarrassing for me to address, to even apologise (and I generally have no problem apologising to people).
As it happened, there was a really easy bus route to the hospital but I had been too 'all over the place' to even check that out before asking for a lift. I went to the hospital with baby on the bus, and neither I nor Carla ever mentioned it ever again. What had seemed to be the start of a nice friendship, stopped abruptly.
I bought her a gift with a card thanking her for everything she did to help me. However, I realise I was out of order asking for another lift and feel like too much time had passed to say anything now. Things are polite and civil between us but there was a serious cooling off.
Would you bring it up now to apologise about asking her for yet another lift when she already did so much, or just leave it and accept the fact that I was an idiot who did thank her with a gift?