I did okay, at least.
But every time, hatchling no7 ends up in hospital, it feels nearly impossible.
And I loose a month, as the hole that was blown open by her being ill, by watching my child's mortality become a game of chess between the doctors and some greater power.
It takes time to heal enough to be happy. To feel allowed to feel happy.
So here we sit in HDU, waiting for our wee warrior hatchling to kick some sepsis butt.
Then hopefully we can get home and make some happier memories.