My darkest days have tended to be in hospital. I really struggle in hospital. Feeling trapped, powerless to halt the Rollercoaster of tests and treatments... And worst with neurology... The 'under observation'. Is there anything worse than spending four or five days... Especially over bank holiday weekends because it always happens over those, where you are imprisoned on a ward while they watch your child seize over and over and do nothing. While they watch them vomit again and again, deteriorate and do nothing.
Friday, 11 August 2017
Thursday, 10 August 2017
It takes me some time to process each hospital stay.
As though, there is delay while, even though the admission was expected it takes time for the shock to wear off.
It never gets easier.
I mean I have gotten better at packing. Better at the plane rides, better at anticipating the waiting, but it still sucker punches me emotionally.
Hatchling no7, takes it her stride. She loves arts and crafts. Loves bright colours and is forgiving beyond what you might expect from her inital distrustful frown.
With a new path laid out, some new answers, and a new plan, we made our way home, at least for a little while.
And in Hatchling no7 fashion, she slept through her escape, chilled and with a grace I have not yet found.