Woody’s sister Robin (or Bobbie) is 10 months old. Over the last few weeks, she has spent hours going back and forth to the hospital or being looked after by friends and family. She isn’t allowed into ICU so hasn’t seen her brother in two and a half weeks – a long time for a baby.

She adores Woody and Woody adores her (although she drives him crazy too). I hate that they’re missing out on sibling time just now but I do know that they’ll reconnect beautifully when the time is right.

Thankfully Bobbie is a very sociable, confident little girl, in-spite of being born during covid. I made the difficult decision to start settling her at nursery earlier than planned so I can focus my attention on Woody. It was painful to even be at nursery and see Woody’s friends playing in his room – where he should be. I couldn’t hold the tears back at the unfairness of it all.

And yet again, life has snatched a moment from us. The moment where we drop our daughter off at nursery for the first time. You know – all of us together. Woody knowing that his sister is joining him at nursery. Me and Stewart taking family photos and marking the special milestone.

In reality, Woody was ill and comatose, Stewart was in the hospital and I was alone and distraught. A time I’d rather forget than treasure.