Musings
For the first eight months of Gussy’s life, I feel like I managed to juggle everything really well. Obviously, my priorities are Gussy and Sophie, and I always made sure that I was being the father and husband that I want to be before I thought about anything else. Yet, I was able to manage to do it all in a way that I was – and am – really proud of. And then things changed. In early February, Gussy was a bit poorly, nothing out of the ordinary, but a series of persistent small illnesses that wore her down. Sophie and I also got ill – me to the point that I barely got out of bed for a few days – and our illnesses were also pretty hard to shift. Gussy, however, had it the worst and ended up in hospital. Although it never felt like it was that serious, it was still pretty terrifying to see her the way she was and also to feel completely helpless to be able to do anything. It took about a week, but eventually she got better and her usual sunny disposition returned. Before long, so did the