It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. A mere week away from the end of active treatment, Poppy spiked a temperature at home alongside some itchy blisters. As per our protocol, we headed to Gloucester Royal and were initially expecting to be sent straight back home.
I’m on a roll with forgotten posts! I’ve just found this one too. I think it says a lot about how I’ve been feeling the last few months that I was writing but not posting. This one is particularly telling in hindsight, with talk of celebrations feeling slightly too early. Little did we know then that Chicken Pox was just around the corner x
It’s been a long time since I needed to write in the middle of the night! 3.30am and sleep alludes me. I read an article yesterday about the mementos people have been keeping of this time and how important diary entries will be in years to come to piece together what it felt like to live through Covid-19. The play specialist at the hospital today even suggested it will be a topic children learn about at school one day.