A couple of co-workers were in my office today around lunchtime. Both have recently had babies. Both know about my IF. Let's call these gals Kay & Emily. The three of us were chatting when Kay's phone rang. She picked it up - it was her mom, with her eight month old goo-gooing into the phone. Aw, cute. She hangs up... we move on. I thought.
Emily starts crying. She just came back from her 12 week maternity leave a couple of weeks ago. She misses her baby boy at home. She tells me how hard it is to come back to work.
Am I a total biz-natch for wanting to throw a temper tantrum right then and there? I felt panicked, trapped, and uncomfortable. I almost asked her to leave, crying or not crying.
Look, I get that everyone is fighting their own battle. I'm sure Emily is hurting right now. I would want to stay home with my baby too... IF I EVER HAVE ONE. It's very difficult to find compassion in these situations. I CANNOT bring myself to console someone about having to work while her baby is at home.
I know she wasn't thinking about how I might feel about it. But I wish she would save those moments of pregnancy/baby/etc. complaints/breakdowns for someone else. Because it's not doing much for our friendship right now.