Thanks for pointing me here, Kay. I remembered reading it previously and must have already hearted it, because it was already lit up! Really appreciate your writing.
I was thinking about our connections with hospital wards. After my youngest granddaughter was born, she was taken up to the Neonatal care unit for a blood test. I accompanied my daughter and her to the ward and as soon as I heard the bleep bleeps of the monitors and saw the incubators, I remembered my daughter being on a special care unit for days after she was born and had to fight back tears. Such intense places.
Ah, thank you for having hearted! It’s such an alien place being on a hospital ward — I always hate to think of all the parents going through it. I thought it might resonate with those who have been there. X
This is lovely, tender work, Kay. It brought back some difficult memories, but I'm glad you did. I try not to think of the nights at the children's hospital but you've reminded me that they're not only heartbreaking, they can also be inspirational. And besides the fellow parents and patients, there are some wonderful people working there.
Thank you, Vincent. I do feel awful for people revisiting those tough times, but I love that you say they can be inspirational. That’s so true. And the people we met over the years working in those hospitals were nothing short of angels. I was there on my own with my son & the staff got me through - nurses, doctors, chaplain, support staff on the wards. It’s a place where people are at their most vulnerable and they did so much to keep me going.
I feel for you doing it on your own, it must have been so awfully hard. At least there were two of us. We now have a healthy teenage boy, so it's a while ago, but I'm not sure we were ever quite the same.
It was a very isolating time. My son’s 26 now and had more surgery last year. He has quite a complex medical history and will always have difficulties, but he’s quite an incredible young man. I’m so glad your son is doing so well. I don’t think we ever are the same - it’s impossible to grasp unless you’ve lived through it I think.
Such a beautiful and crushing piece of writing ❤️ My heart breaks for what is behind it, what bought this writing into the world, but its beauty stands alone. One of sorrow's gifts ❤️
Thanks for pointing me here, Kay. I remembered reading it previously and must have already hearted it, because it was already lit up! Really appreciate your writing.
I was thinking about our connections with hospital wards. After my youngest granddaughter was born, she was taken up to the Neonatal care unit for a blood test. I accompanied my daughter and her to the ward and as soon as I heard the bleep bleeps of the monitors and saw the incubators, I remembered my daughter being on a special care unit for days after she was born and had to fight back tears. Such intense places.
Ah, thank you for having hearted! It’s such an alien place being on a hospital ward — I always hate to think of all the parents going through it. I thought it might resonate with those who have been there. X
It absolutely did, Kay. x
Thank you so much xx
What a beautiful, heartbreaking read. Thank you for sharing such a tender heartfelt memory.
Thank you so much, Esther - I still can’t quite believe we made it out the other side x
This is lovely, tender work, Kay. It brought back some difficult memories, but I'm glad you did. I try not to think of the nights at the children's hospital but you've reminded me that they're not only heartbreaking, they can also be inspirational. And besides the fellow parents and patients, there are some wonderful people working there.
Thank you, Vincent. I do feel awful for people revisiting those tough times, but I love that you say they can be inspirational. That’s so true. And the people we met over the years working in those hospitals were nothing short of angels. I was there on my own with my son & the staff got me through - nurses, doctors, chaplain, support staff on the wards. It’s a place where people are at their most vulnerable and they did so much to keep me going.
I feel for you doing it on your own, it must have been so awfully hard. At least there were two of us. We now have a healthy teenage boy, so it's a while ago, but I'm not sure we were ever quite the same.
It was a very isolating time. My son’s 26 now and had more surgery last year. He has quite a complex medical history and will always have difficulties, but he’s quite an incredible young man. I’m so glad your son is doing so well. I don’t think we ever are the same - it’s impossible to grasp unless you’ve lived through it I think.
My eyes are stinging. You have captured pain and emptiness in so few words.
Thank you so much - but sorry for making your eyes sting ❤️
Oh, wow, Kay - I felt as if I were sinking into this piece of writing. I have a strong feeling now - I think it will stay with me.
Oh thank you so much, Kathryn - I’m so happy this piece has got so much love. 🧡
Such a beautiful and crushing piece of writing ❤️ My heart breaks for what is behind it, what bought this writing into the world, but its beauty stands alone. One of sorrow's gifts ❤️
Thank you so much, Jayne. I guess there will always remain those ghost memories of that place 💜
The panic... I really felt it. Amazing job.
Thank you so much ❤️
Wow Kay. This felt so pared back and was the more powerful for it. Each word mattered & I felt this in my stomach.
Harriet, thank you so much - that means such a lot!! 💜
Gripping and tender!
Thank you, dearest Robyn! 🩷
Wow.
Just.....wow.
Thank you so much 🩷
Thank you so much, I really appreciate your kind words ❤️