But then, on 29th August our world came crashing down around us, and what followed was 3 weeks of hell. Torture. Complete despair. Heartache like I have never known. Instead of bringing our wee man home, Elijah ended up in PICU that afternoon and was the most fragile little one in The Royal Victoria Hospital. I actually… Continue reading Disappointment.
We didn’t know that day just how important that little ward would become to us. It became a second home, a little haven; the nurses became our good friends, the Sisters like mothers, the cleaner knew what way I took my coffee, the doctors felt like school mates, and the cardiac consultants like grandpas. What… Continue reading ‘I get knocked down, but I get up again, you’re never gonna keep me down!” 🎶