I could never stick to writing a diary. Not because I didn’t know what to write but because I didn’t know what not to write. I could scribble down my thoughts and reflections all day long and I’d never run out of words (this won’t surprise my family or friends).

But with this blog, I think I’ve got to a point where I could keep posting more and more about my life, Woody, family, everything that has happened and everything that might happen. But that wasn’t the purpose of this blog. I wanted to keep people updated and keep my own thoughts organised during a truly awful time.

Thank goodness, the worst is behind us (for now) so I think it’s time to stop writing and accept that I may come back to it when we hit our next hurdle (it’s a when, not an if).

Ever since that time in early June when Woody became so dangerously ill and no-one knew why, I’ve gone to sleep hugging one of his sleep-suits from when he was a newborn. Every night for over six months.

It was our favourite one and we called him “Alpine Woody” when he wore it.

Night after night, I went to sleep without my little boy and I clung to this sleep-suit to feel close to him.

My boy is back – he’s sleeping safely in his bed. He still has many challenges but he has recovered so well so far. I think it’s time to put the sleep suit away and focus on the now and the future.

Thank you for reading and for caring. You may see me back here at some point.

Bye for now.