Article Published on News.com.au by Lisa Mayoh. Contribution by Dr Rosina McAlpine
IT WAS the closest I’ve come to having a panic attack. I still remember the feeling, sitting on that plane, buckled in, seatbelt sign on. Trapped.
My heart pounding, my breath short and fast, my eyes wide and threatening to cry.
What was I thinking, leaving our beloved children for the first time while we had six days in Bali?
It’s something you dream of when you’re in the thick of dinner, bath and bed. You let yourself drift away, buoyed by the prospect of sleeping in, reading a book, or laying by the adult’s pool, not a splashing, squealing child in sight.