Smuglessness and a new year

Happy new year lovely people! I may have spoken a teeny bit too soon in my last post, smugly saying how well we all were. I was feeling a lot less smug on Christmas Day eve, when poor Anouk had a thumping headache and a fever of 39.8, and positively smugless over the next week, when we all passed round such a stinking head cold/tickly cough thing that we couldn’t sleep for spluttering and no one knew where one bug ended and another started. 

Thankfully Isaac stayed well, although his junkiness is definitely picking up again day by day (junkiness/fruitiness/rattleiness are all genuine medical terms in our eyes). After IVs so recently, and the fact that there are so many viruses around right now, it’s too soon to call clinic. Instead he was back at CrossFit today trying to physio the junkiness out of his lungs with sweaty panache. 

2018 felt like a year of recovery and adjustment for us, following black October of 2017, and facing more regular courses of treatment than ever before (I’ll write more about this in my next post) - but looking at where we are now, since this time last year? It ain’t all bad - just look at these three x