Hi everyone, thanks for the words of support following my low day where I lost it with the baby. You have been so non-judgemental, and your support has really helped me to 'confess' to the worst of my actions, and sharing stuff I am not proud of definitely helps.
The house has felt very quiet since SIL and kids left. We miss them. The baby loved the noise and energy in the house. It had a profound effect on DH, who has up until now never shared my yearning to be back near our families. But we talked about it one night while they babysat for us (one of the many great things about having those you love and trust around you) we've made a huge decision: we're coming home.
We're keeping the house in Australia and we intend to return to Oz at some point, but right now we just want our baby to know his extended family. We're very lucky to have incredibly enthusiastic grandparents on both sides of the family, along with aunts and uncles, plus lots of cousins for the baby to get to know and play with. And it just seems crazy to be over here, separated from them all.
I know Australia offers a wonderful lifestyle. But I miss, miss, miss our families so very much. I have come to see that so much of the trauma of the first few weeks and the terrible depression that overtook me has been down to being so far away from my family. I have felt so isolated, so without support, so unable to even pick up the damn phone for a chat because the time difference is nearly always against me. Just today I got really stressed at having to deal on my own with taking the baby for his four month vaccinations while the dog lay slowly choking on something in the back of the car. She started struggling to breathe just as I was preparing to leave the house to go to the doctors with the baby. So I had to drag her into the car, dash into the doctors, then race her to the nearest vets while the baby screamed after his jabs. My point? I have nobody to fall back on in moments of crisis, however minor. It has taken a move halfway around the world to make me appreciate just what my family means to me. And now that we have made the decision, I feel the most enormous sense of relief.
Of course, I'm making it all sound so simplistic, which of course it won't be. I have friends here, and I will have to start all over again back in the UK, as we won't be living in the same part of the country that we left. Then there's DH, who I know deep down is doing this for me, and with a heavy heart. He loves it here, far more than me. So there's going to be all sorts of guilt issues ahead for me to deal with, every time there's a horrible cold, rainy winter's day and we know the sun will be shining in Australia; every month when we fork out for rent and we know we have a beautiful home back in Sydney. Every time we hear about days our friends have had at the beach while we shiver indoors!
But this is how I am attempting to justify it: we now have dual nationality so we know we can come back to all that Australia has to offer, but we can't replace grandparents that won't always be around. And if we only end up being back in England for a couple of years, I will never regret time spent with our families, getting to know our baby, and him getting to know them.
I feel as if I am counting down the days now. My aim is to be back home before his first birthday. I just hope DH doesn't get cold feet...