Phoebe’s Story

From the bottom of my heart…thank you to EVERYONE who supported us during the last several weeks. Our journey was easier for all of the cards, gifts, texts, FB messages, calls, flowers and love. I have been amazed by the support and feel so very grateful…and blessed. Thought you might enjoy seeing a bit of our adventure…

lifestyle-photographerLast Thursday we checked into Moorfields Hospital to stay in the Ronald McDonald House. What a wonderful charity…I am forever thankful. berkshire-photographerUnfortunately, during the night Phoebe developed a bad tummy. So though, we were there with Monkey and in our PJs, they wouldn’t admit us into theatre. Time for Phoebe, Monkey and Laura (the Meerkat) to go back home.

child-photographerOn Monday morning, I drove back into London…2nd time lucky. They let her in. photographer-egham But because she wasn’t on the regular roster, we had to wait all morning for a slot. Lots and lots of time for art….family-photographerAnd Dora watching….trying to forget the hunger pains…photographer-sunningdaleStrangely enough, getting the ‘Magic Cream’ was pretty traumatic. Phoebe didn’t want to have the plastic bandage on her hands. However, she was reassured to know that Monkey had the Magic Cream when he once had an operation.  portrait-photographer

If being snuggle-toothed isn’t enough….photographer-etonX marks the eye….

And post operation….with a patch….photographer-winkfieldStrangely enough, it helped for Phoebe to know exactly what was going on. I explained it al to her. She watched the cannula (IV) go in to her hand. And…she wanted to remove her bandage herself. The nurses were impressed.  photographer-virginia-water photographer-ascot

We were released the same day…and on Tuesday we went out for a short walk.

photographer-windsorEvery day gets a little bit better and a little less painful. Though, bless…Phoebe is being very, very brave.

Thank you again….love from us both….



Three Years On: What it Means to be a Mother

Geez! My baby is three today.  I know we all say it, but my how time flies!

Those blurry hours of babyhood feel like only yesterday.

And here I am today, holding her slightly-larger hand as she chats, and sings, and counts, and always questions, ‘Why?’

We began today in a very special way: My mother arrived at Heathrow at (ahem!) 6:35 this morning.

With three generations together,  I’ve spent some time being grateful for the immense gift that is being a mother:


Little hands. Little feet.

No time to eat and lack of sleep.  

Stinky things and surprising things.  

Who knew it happened this way?


I think I’m smart, or used to be.  

But opening the pushchair defeats me! 

Can I do this? Yes I can.  

I laugh before I cry.  And then I laugh again. 


Her smiles and her cuddles. 

Her questions and her tears.  

Her challenges, her sunshine smell, her very peaceful sleep:

Little treasures in a trail.   


Joyous times.  Painful times.

I-wouldn’t-trade-this-for-the world times.

Unexpected, these three years have changed me.

And oh, they have AGED me!

But most of all, they have blessed me in so very many ways

with love.  


Happy Birthday Phoebe!