It’s humbling to realise that everything I’ve taken for granted over the last 13 years, touching Lils, holding her, being beside her, I now have to ask permission to do it.
That now, other mothers’ hands have the unspoken right to touch my daughter.
I have to ask permission to perform the most basic of ‘mum duties’ for my own child.
My. Own. Child.
16 days in the head of a mum during her teenage daughter’s battle with HLH.