Her tears came, thick and fast, chorused by the occasional sob. I knew it was coming. We both did. Her vacant stares, like an indoor cat, gazing out of the window, dreaming of running free. She doesn't want to hurt mum. Doesn't want mum to be alone, doesn't want to abandon her. How can a child feel... Continue Reading →
The need to be a mother
little man is 8.5 months now, and changing every day. Someone said to me when he was born, that you could literally "watch them grow" I didn't realise then, how true that is. He's crawling now, copying things that adults do, watching intently, in his own little world of discovery. He's fascinating. Enchanting. Tiring and... Continue Reading →
*Sends wine to all that share 🍷* (disclaimer, there may or may not be actual wine)
Back to reality.
The 23rd of February. That's the date she gave me. When I say she, I mean the nurse. Lovely, chatty, consummate professional. She will be there on the day. An entire day, In the Walton centre. MRI/CT, bloods, the lot. It's been almost 4.5 years. 4.5 years. In that time I've met the man of... Continue Reading →
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