When I was growing up my parents were divorced and my dad used to take me and my sister abroad all the time, a whole range of European countries as well as numerous trips to Disney Land Florida and I know it used to upset my mum. She never stopped us going but I think she probably hated it.
When I had my second baby he was born via c/s and when he was 13 days old, despite having an horrendous night with him and still having a sore wound, I dragged myself out of bed in the morning because our 3 year old had tickets to go to Gruffalo Land and meet the Gruffalo. My son was so excited and my husband kept telling me to stay at home and recover, but I wanted to be part of it. I knew how much it meant to my 3 year old and I wanted to be part of it….it sounds petty but I would haven been so jealous if my husband got to go and I didn’t. I had the worst day, it was freezing, I was in agony with my section and had to walk around Gruffalo Land for 6 hours with a pushchair but I know I would have felt so sad if I’d stayed at home knowing that my 3 year old would have experienced something really wonderful (in his eyes) and that it was my husband who had been able to provide it.
It sounds ridiculous now….but at the time I felt so jealous at the thought of my son experiencing it with someone that wasn’t me.
My husband has been taking our children abroad without me for about 7 years now (long story) and although I’ve always felt slightly anxious it’s human nature to assume that everything will be fine and I’d always had that assumption to.
However, earlier this year they went to Egypt and after about 2 days my eldest son started getting unwell (9 years old). He started spiking fevers and a doctor was
called out to him and for three days he was having IV antibiotics in the hotel room, but then he deteriorated and had to be transferred to hospital. He had deep tissue cellulitis / sepsis and was on IV fluids, IV antibiotics and IV anti-virals four times a day and it nearly killed me that I wasn’t there. He was having CT scans and ultrasound scans in a hospital where people could barely speak English and it broke my heart, as a mother that he had to go through all of that without me. He was in hospital for 6 days in total and it was an awful, awful time for me. It was like torture. He used to ring me and he’d be crying and asking for me and I couldn’t do anything. I can’t even explain how distressing it was for both of us.
I couldn’t fly out to be with him as I had recently been in hospital myself and wasn’t fit to fly, and I cried day and night because I couldn’t be with him and I was absolutely terrified that he would get severely ill and I wouldn’t be there.
I have told my husband that even though I’ve been fine with him taking our children abroad without me for the last 7 years, I now couldn’t ever let him do it again after that experience.
YANBU at all 🌷