A Life with Tubes

So the last couple of days have delivered me some razor-nailed prods to the happy little bubble that I like to hang out in, and that rather shiny bubble is looking ominously ready to pop. The first reality check come from an appointment I had with Elliot yesterday, but in order to explain that properly I'm going to have to do big, grown up things like actually admit to myself you what has been going on for the past 6 months. I will have to take my fingers out of my ears and stop "la, la, laaaaaa"'ing first though, so ...
I was originally going to lazily share the Mother's Day guest post that I wrote for Great Ormond Street Hospital's charity blog today. I was so enormously touched to be asked to write for them, and so overwhelmed by the response that the subsequent post caused, I confess that I might have actually squealed and flapped my arms in sheer excitement at some point, so it seemed natural to want to share some of that excitement about. But, after a wonderful week, where all the hard work I'd invested in trying to get a handle on some behaviour issues that ...
Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late! Alice in Wonderland What a remarkable week of amazing posts the Define 'Normal' blog hop highlighted last week, thank you to everyone who contributed. For anyone unfortunate enough to miss it, I have posted all the links at the bottom of this post along with a new linky for this week's challenge. There has been some really good feedback and I hope everyone who entered noticed a difference in the amount of traffic that came to their site. This week I'm very excited to be linking up with the Special Saturday team who ...
The Great Ormond Street Hospital Children's Charity approached me at the beginning of the year asking me to write something for them. As Mother's Day was approaching, I decided to write something for the mothers keeping vigil at their child's bedside in the hospital. It was written a year after Dominic's 8 month long admission and represents one of the last times the charity associated itself with me. Shortly afterwards someone realised that I had been quite open and honest about the highs and lows of our time within GOSH on this blog and the charity removed all links to ...