If you’ve followed my blog, my last post was about my time being detained and the final part of my so called “recovery”. I’m going to go back to this and explain what happened next. I was in the MBU and after an “incident” Beatrix was taken off of me and I was transferred to… Continue reading 2020 – F**ck you.
Since before Christmas Ava has unfortunately been very unwell and has had 3 operations, she is due to go for her fourth one today. Life is this fast lane is hard! Life with a special needs child is never ending, it’s like someone has thrown a grenade at you and told you to run. Just… Continue reading The Struggle
This is a bit of a weird one, my partner and I had a discussion the other day about how when another child is sick, and I mean just your average poorly, we struggle to empathise. It’s not because I am heartless or cold or all reasons like that, it’s purely because I think when… Continue reading Feeling empathy and sympathy to other families…
I cling onto memories, snapshots of my life and when I revisit something that stirs old memories it gets me thinking. These sofas I have sat on hundreds of times, if you’re a regular at GOSH you will recognise them. I’ve sat on these patiently waiting for my little fighter to come out of… Continue reading
If I’m honest, I’ve started this blog 8 months later and a lot of what we went through has faded in my memory. Mainly because I have chosen to block out such a horrific time, and it’s not something I’ve thought about over again because truth be told, it’s horrific. The Things I’ve witnessed, not… Continue reading Nervous Twitch And Clock Watching
As if it wasnt bad enough your daughter was going through all she was I travelled up to London with my mum and stepdad to see Ava, the first time they had seen her outside of intensive care. That morning I had phoned to check up before I set off on the trains, a nurse… Continue reading Brush With Death
After my daughter had had her emergency surgery that Sunday morning, I’ll never forget her surgeon walking past me as he was about to go on giving me a salute and a nod, the day before he had said to me he hoped she could wait a couple more days – clearly she couldn’t so… Continue reading Pieces of the Puzzle