Respectations – when my baby got ill

Respectations – when my baby got ill

“What are you most afraid of?” He was calm, but caring. Giving voice to my worst fear was difficult and I heard myself croak, “meningitis.” “Ok. I can see that. I can’t rule that out at this stage.” He told us to go home and that he would call in four hours, but if...
Re-phrasing:that little word “we.”

Re-phrasing:that little word “we.”

“I am really sorry,” she said, head dropping, eyes clouding, as she let the needle and syringe fall back into the tray. “It’s not your fault,” I replied. “I am usually quite good at these but Sister did say it might be a tricky one.” “You’ve only had two attempts,” I...