The last week has been one of the hardest ever. Lots of pain, lots of tears, lots of unknowns. Boo’s operation was textbook if not distressing but the 12 hours that came after were a rollercoaster of emotions and worry. Her heartbeat was so high it had the doctors worried; we still don’t know exactly what happened but hopefully over the coming weeks we’ll find out more.
Only Boo could rock a pirate hospital gown and ballet shoes on the way down the theatre!
I’m not going to lie my world stood still – no e-mails, no calls, no blog; I didn’t even answer my phone it was as if I were looking in on my life. Monday morning brings a heap of me saying sorry: sorry to work, sorry to family, sorry to friends. Even if I was here physically (apart from work of course) none of me was around.
The hardest part was having to leave Boo with Grandma while I drove a 500mile round trip as part of moving house on the Thursday (is it wrong to say I quite enjoyed driving a van!!) It wasn’t easy but I did it with the help of some great friends.
I also had to make the difficult decision to pull out of the Nike Run To The Beat half marathon on Sunday, I had so wanted to run/walk/crawl but deep down I knew I just wasn’t ready and if I’m honest I really didn’t’ want to leave Boo for half a day especially when she’s so anxious and needs reassurance that they’ll be no more ‘doctors taking blood away from my blood hands’. I’m sorry to VitaCoco who gifted me the place.
Monday brings a new week, Boo is back at nursery although I’m fighting the urge to ring and check every 5 minutes. She’s tougher than her petite frame lets on but she’s still my baby Boo.
We have lots to look forward to: finally moving in to our new home this week, Boo’s Auntie Grace turning 21 and thanks to Thomson we’re off to Majorca next Monday so the next 2 weeks are looking great and beating the pants of last week!
so glad things are on the up – you are both brave and strong people xx