THE ONE – Part Six

Home time The few times now that Tracy has managed to sleep in our bed may have helped her a little but she is still falling apart physically. We were put in an ‘isolation room’ when a bug swept the ward. This meant that we stayed together in the hospital. Sleeping...

THE ONE – Part Five

I met Tracy when she was at her physical peak; she had stomach muscles so strong that she had a ravine running down her torso, an astonishing dancer with amazing flexibility and balance. Since we have been together I’ve witnessed her utterly ravaged by the birth of...

THE ONE – Part Four

The ‘D’ word. In Permanent marker. We are walking around the Intensive Care Unit. I am walking George. He is in my arms, disconnected from all of those tubes for the first time. He smiles at everyone as I do laps around the Unit. My Baby Bjorn pride is not a patch on...

THE ONE – Part Three

Diagnosis As Tracy sleeps I search again for a part of George’s body which does not have bruising, blood or a line sticking out of it. I am struck by how wrong this sight is. George has pristine skin, bright blue, enormous eyes with sparkles in them and that gorgeous...

THE ONE – Part Two

Diagnosis And so I am still reeling. And I am still looking to Meisha for a sign. My son is fading away. And there is no doubt that he is taking his last breaths. I have to cling on for some hope. I am close to vomiting now. Every time I try and think of telling Tracy...