All Good Things...

Well this is it folks and I guess it's been on the cards. Something quite strange struck me the other day and after a few seconds I was really rather glad. What struck me was that I hadn't posted anything here since early December. Nothing about Christmas, nothing about New Year. Nothing at all. What struck me more importantly, was that I hadn't felt the need to. Up until now, every turn that Amelia has taken has been newsworthy. But why? Because everything that she's done which is the same as every other child has been another tick in the box on the road to recovery and 'normality'. I remember clearly very soon after Amelia was born going down to the neo-natal unit one morning to find that the nurses had 'nothing to report'. I remember just as clearly feeling that 'nothing to report' was fine by me. 80 more days of that and I'd be happy and bless her little self, with a few bumps and ripples that's what we got.

So I guess it's only fitting that this particular news service should end with a whimper instead of a bang. No big news. No huge milestones. Nothing to report. I think it would be foolish to assume that the odd new picture from time to time won't appear here, of course that would make sense. But just as this blog started out of necessity, to get the hourly and daily updates posted as soon as possible, it makes sense that it should cease for the lack of such necessity. And we are all so, so thankful for that.

As I write I feel a little emotional that this process is coming to an end for AFC has been as much an outlet for me as a bulletin board for the wee one. I shed many tears over this keyboard in 2004, sometimes I could hardly see the letters. Through it though, friends, family and hundreds of others have watched a true miracle unfold. I feel selfish that Anna and I are the only ones to have the pleasure of being with this incredible person every single day. I can't begin to explain how much she surprises, entertains and lifts us at every opportunity. More than that she brings a smile to every face that looks upon hers, and she knows it.

One thing I don't recall doing is thanking you. I made a film dedicated to the staff at the hospital but sometimes feel everyone else needed something too. Amelia's birth wasn't the joyous occasion that we all wanted and although we know these things happen, and it was happening to Anna and me, I saw too many faces that told their own tales of dispair. I know that some of you spent long nights tired and afraid as we did, but still were always there to help and support. So with too many names to possibly mention, if you came to visit, bought something, listened to us ramble, sent flowers or a card or a text or just kept up to date here on the Blog, Thank You. You know who you are.

So with a slightly heavy but grateful heart, I bid you all a fond farewell. My work here is done.

This is Amy's Fan Club...signing off.