From day one, my pregnancy with Harry didn’t feel quite right. I bled lots, ended up in hospital at 16 weeks and felt horribly anxious throughout. Outwardly, however, I looked good. My thin hair had thickened, my skin looked pink and the boobs were fairly impressive! Midwives kept telling me that as an ‘older mother’ … Continue reading Along came Harry and then Harry’s HAT.
*Written pre-lockdown Like most of the working well population, when this horrid Coronavirus thing initially started to break the thought of two weeks of self-isolation sounded great. No juggling meetings, no school runs and I might actually get to read the book I bought back in 2005… However, it is progressing at an alarming rate. Whilst, … Continue reading The Coronavirus and me (well, Harry)
When we launched Harry’s Hydrocephalus Awareness Trust – or ‘Harry’s Charity’ as Lewis, Harry’s seven-year-old ‘little, big brother’ calls it – it was all about finding a cure. We didn’t (and still don’t) want Harry to live with this condition forever and surely, we thought, there must be a better way. Fast forward a year … Continue reading But he’s MY brother
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