Reflections
This time last year I was looking forward for January and waiting to move into our larger, brand new flat, space for the baby, clean and exciting. An old lady had lived there since the 60s and raised her family there, the renovations were made exactly for us. I had pushed for things to be new and clean due to Henry's CF so we got a new kitchen, new bathroom, new carpet, double glazing, dishwasher, fridge, washing machine, fresh paint etc etc. I was living in a smaller flat in central london with my husband and our 7month old baby, I had brought the baby home to this tiny flat from the hospital, gave him his first bath here, started weaning here but it was small and I had to carry the heavy buggy up and down stairs twice a day just to get out of the house. 2017 looked to be better. But I was alone. I decided to spend last New Year's at my friends which was fun, had made me feel more grateful for my husband and to be with someone but I couldn't shake the feeling that he just