After a week in hospital with a collapsed lung and rightly so feeling very sorry for herself, Ms A came home…
It almost seemed like that was the best medicine in the world.
She’d spent 5 days hooked up to oxygen and monitors and was very limited in her exploring within the confines of her cot. She looked sad even when she was smiling.
Then she came home and her happiness exuded as she headed straight into the garden to explore her safe happy place amongst the chaos of home.
I took some photos of her as she played. Here are the many faces of Boo… happy to be back in the mix.
Purely because it makes me smile.
Snotty noses, dribble, pearly whites and kisses.
The trampoline is our favourite place to chill.
Her big brother, 12, has a wonderful ability to ensure we get a glimpse of her pickle dodgers.
Sisters: big, smallest and middle.
Cheeks made for kissing.
Her hair is growing.
My baby is on the verge of being a toddler.