I’m a fraudster.

You see I’ve been given a job that I’m not qualified for…and it’s only a matter of time before I’m found out.

I applied for a new job, to become a Mum, in 2014.

It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but never had the courage to apply before.

I felt a bit nervous about it, but had done my research and thought I could possibly scrape through with the little knowledge I had (OK, I had babysat for a friend on a couple of occasions, but everyone fabricates their CV a little, don’t they?).

Anyway, I don’t know how the mix-up happened, but in 2015, I was given a different job, not the Mum one I was expecting; I was given the role of Special Needs Mum.

I hadn’t seen the advert for this one, and certainly hadn’t applied for it, it just kind of happened.

I don’t have any physio experience, never heard of portage, clueless about milk and weaning, and didn’t event know that feeding pumps and gastrostomy tubes existed.

I’m not sure how, but I think I have, just, managed to wing my way through 21 months in the job.

I did try to tell a nurse, when we were first in hospital, that I didn’t think I would be any good at this job, in the hope that she’d take it off me and give me the regular Mum role instead.

She didn’t. She told me that I would be fine, that I’d find my way, and would do whatever was best for my little girl.

I’m no longer daunted by the medical terms that get thrown about during hospital stays; I’m a regular therapist doing stretches and exercises to help ease aching joints and encourage better head control.

A pretty organised admin assistant making sure that we turn up for all the appointments that have to be squeezed in to each week; a dietician, tweaking the volumes and rates of feeds; a nurse and pharmacist who orders and administers all the required meds (several each day); an advocate for our little girl; a play-pal to entertain and have fun with; and I’m a mum.

Just a mum. Turns out it was the job I wanted, it’s the job I love, even if it is harder than I could have ever imagined, with longer hours than I expected, and without any training plan to work towards.

I hope I don’t get found out actually, I can’t see myself doing anything else.

Now, I wonder what the chances of a pay-rise are?!

(If you’ve recently found yourself in a new, unexpected role, then hang on in there, chances are you’re doing great!)