creative1942
09-03-14, 14:45
I'm new on here and posting for the second time only. I need to tell my story in the hope someone somewhere will get back to me to be a new friend, even though I'm retired and a bit older than a lot of you. The loneliness is crippling me.
I moved from across the country at the end of last year to be near my daughter and her partner who'd just had a baby. Ia was asked if I could look after the baby when my daughter went back to work and of course, like any doting nanna, I said yes.
I must admit I hated Bath. It was all so different to Suffolk where I'd lived happily for years. I was initially prescribed Sertraline 50 mg due to ongoing anxiety and when this didn't improve my gp increased my dose to 100mg. In late January I was starting to feel a bit better. I used to take the baby, whom I adored, out every day to playgroups. She was only 5 months old but she had a great time. After one particular session I decided to go into Waitrose for a coffee and thought I'd give the baby a feed at the same time. The café assistant put the boiling water for her bottle into a thermos flask and screwed the cap on. She then put this into a jug and screwed the top on this too. The buggy was heavy to push so I put the unit on top of it and started to push it towards my table. Suddenly the baby let out this piercing scream, I undid her harness, pulled her out, her little tights were soaking wet and as I pulled them off a huge blister came off with them. It was horrendous. That poor poor baby. I ran down to the counter, the baby's leg was held in cold water for 20 minutes, paramedics rushed us to A+E, baby was given diamorphine then rushed to the burns unit at Bristol. The scald was on the inside of her right leg. My daughter was as white as I sheet, I felt like throwing up, I was then told to take my hands off the baby's head and leave, that I was never going to see the babe ever again. For two months I have done nothing but apologise and ask them to please please let me have news of my granddaughter. All I get is no nice news at all, that I'm evil and how much my daughter hates me. That "you've done this...my own mother...you've done this". Its just "I hate you so much" and "goodbye". She's refusing to give back a huge amount of money that is mine, all that I have actually, my life savings, and is going to blackmail me if I try to legally get it back. I'm just in bits. My anxiety is off the wall, I'm soooo lonely, my gp says to keep busy and try and get to some groups to avoid getting isolated. She thinks all this is so cruel of her. That she's doing it to punish me. But I can't take all the hatred. She's always been self-centred and cold/dismissive of people who upset her. My friends in Suffolk say I'm too soft and should not keep pleading with her. I miss my granddaughter so much. I idolise her. I don't think I'll get to see her again. My daughter told me two years ago "you are dead to me" when she was terribly upset about something she believed was my fault and didn't contact me for months. Even then she kept on and on and on criticizing me. Her partner says I deserve to get no friendly news of the baby "because I've done nothing to make recompense". I don't understand this as I'm not allowed to see the baby and all I get are words of hatred from her when I have made contact. Has anyone on here had a family rift? I feel like I've been catapulted into a whole new world, I keep seeing in my head the entire cafe scalding. I keep hearing the baby's scream. I can't get it out of my head.
I moved from across the country at the end of last year to be near my daughter and her partner who'd just had a baby. Ia was asked if I could look after the baby when my daughter went back to work and of course, like any doting nanna, I said yes.
I must admit I hated Bath. It was all so different to Suffolk where I'd lived happily for years. I was initially prescribed Sertraline 50 mg due to ongoing anxiety and when this didn't improve my gp increased my dose to 100mg. In late January I was starting to feel a bit better. I used to take the baby, whom I adored, out every day to playgroups. She was only 5 months old but she had a great time. After one particular session I decided to go into Waitrose for a coffee and thought I'd give the baby a feed at the same time. The café assistant put the boiling water for her bottle into a thermos flask and screwed the cap on. She then put this into a jug and screwed the top on this too. The buggy was heavy to push so I put the unit on top of it and started to push it towards my table. Suddenly the baby let out this piercing scream, I undid her harness, pulled her out, her little tights were soaking wet and as I pulled them off a huge blister came off with them. It was horrendous. That poor poor baby. I ran down to the counter, the baby's leg was held in cold water for 20 minutes, paramedics rushed us to A+E, baby was given diamorphine then rushed to the burns unit at Bristol. The scald was on the inside of her right leg. My daughter was as white as I sheet, I felt like throwing up, I was then told to take my hands off the baby's head and leave, that I was never going to see the babe ever again. For two months I have done nothing but apologise and ask them to please please let me have news of my granddaughter. All I get is no nice news at all, that I'm evil and how much my daughter hates me. That "you've done this...my own mother...you've done this". Its just "I hate you so much" and "goodbye". She's refusing to give back a huge amount of money that is mine, all that I have actually, my life savings, and is going to blackmail me if I try to legally get it back. I'm just in bits. My anxiety is off the wall, I'm soooo lonely, my gp says to keep busy and try and get to some groups to avoid getting isolated. She thinks all this is so cruel of her. That she's doing it to punish me. But I can't take all the hatred. She's always been self-centred and cold/dismissive of people who upset her. My friends in Suffolk say I'm too soft and should not keep pleading with her. I miss my granddaughter so much. I idolise her. I don't think I'll get to see her again. My daughter told me two years ago "you are dead to me" when she was terribly upset about something she believed was my fault and didn't contact me for months. Even then she kept on and on and on criticizing me. Her partner says I deserve to get no friendly news of the baby "because I've done nothing to make recompense". I don't understand this as I'm not allowed to see the baby and all I get are words of hatred from her when I have made contact. Has anyone on here had a family rift? I feel like I've been catapulted into a whole new world, I keep seeing in my head the entire cafe scalding. I keep hearing the baby's scream. I can't get it out of my head.