Our big little boy has been having trouble breathing and has spent a few days in hospital. He doesn't like it much. It's no fun at all having to stay in bed for a whole week, and put up with the nurses poking and prodding him, and as for that face mask.... well.... definitely not his idea of a good time.
He's been very brave. Mummy and Daddy and Grandma and Nana have been there to read stories to him. And Thomas the Train and his train friends Gordon and Bill and Stanley and Victor do a great job of cheering him up if he feels sad.
He can put up with all the inconveniences of hospital life as long as he gets some new toys every day. Fingers crossed and knock on wood, only another couple of days and he'll be right as rain, and running around at home, terrorising Leon the cat.
Thank you, doctors and nurses, for being so caring and kind and looking after our Callum so well.