I’m just a mum, one of far too many, all sitting in a brightly lit children’s play area secluded in the corner of the hospital.
I’m just a mum, no prior training and no formal qualifications, past experience includes older children; but we never came here before and this is foreign territory.
BB glides through her pre op assessment, not shedding a tear as they gently remove some of her blood whilst I struggle to keep myself in check.
I’m just a mum trying to learn how to cope raising a child with different needs; she is just a toddler who sparkles as she simply gets on with it.
I’m just a mum; she makes me want to be a better one.