Wiggly

The first sight of our boy, naked in the hospital bathroom with various tubes from various holes was a brutal one. His spine was bruised, his hand cannulated and bandaged, his Hickman line dangled precariously from his chest and his femoral line hung high up on his thigh. We held it together in front of him and tried to normalise things for him as much as we could. Look, all the other children on the ward have their own ‘wigglies’ and now you’ve got one too! It is quite remarkable how children just adapt to things, and he soon became adept at manoeuvring around the ward, seemingly unperturbed by the additional baggage he was carrying.