I did okay, at least.
But every time, hatchling no7 ends up in hospital, it feels nearly impossible.
And I loose a month, as the hole that was blown open by her being ill.
It takes time to heal enough to be happy. To feel allowed to feel happy.
So here we sit, waiting for our wee warrior hatchling get back to being her best.
Then hopefully we can get home and make some happier memories.