You'll miss me when I'm not there

I would have to say that generally I am in a more positive frame of mind than at the end of the weekend. That said the key things that strike me at the minute are that even though I am not in constant pain, you really don’t appreciate your health until you don’t have it – everything from opening a milk bottle to driving is infinitely more difficult with a broken arm (although thankfully changing nappies isn’t even on the agenda).

The second thing is the difference that it makes to life when you have a number of family and friends who go out of their way to help – whether it be Michel driving 90 minutes to bring me home straight after the accident, or Mum and Dad babysitting Maxime at their house, Geraldine bringing take away in the evening or Sonia just ringing every few days…..no matter what level of help people offer, life would be much more painful without them. I was bowled over by people’s generosity after Maxime’s birth, and especially because I am fiercely independent, I am genuinely humbled by how friends and family rally round and help.

The final thing that strikes me is that despite only having 75% of my limbs in working order and despite Sandie being sick all day every day at the minute, Maxime thinks it’s great to have both parents around – he’s as happy as a pig in mud. You would swear he had no idea what morning sickness was as you watch him catapult himself across the bed in the direction of his mother with an ear to ear grin plastered on his face.