Have you ever wanted to stare, but known that you shouldn’t? This is a video of the most beautiful child in the world, telling his story of a life with feeding tubes- of course you’ll stare, you won’t be able to tear you eyes away
Home is where the heart is, or so the general consensus seems to be. In many ways I feel like I have come home now, everything has regained some kind of order, the cobwebs no longer have the larger share of the house and there has been a lot of culling of clothes and toys.
The operation went very well… well it went as swimmingly as the slicing and dicing of your youngest child can ever go. It took about four hours which is quite remarkably quick actually. I guess it’s not a case of ‘too many cooks’ but more ‘many hands’ when it comes to having two consultant surgeons’ hands meddling with your insides.
Is it possible to be addicted to procrastination, and if it is, is that a bad thing? I hold my hands up to being a terrible time waster when there is something that I really must be doing. If I was sitting in an old church hall right now, rather than standing up and embracing
About three hours after leaving him I got to take the long walk down to recovery to collect him. The nurse recognised me straight away. It took me a while to work out how she could know instantly that I was Dominic’s mother without ever having met me before. Eventually my eyes fell on a