After the good news, the shit.
I am understandably more keen to tell the world about the fantastic birth of my new daughter than to weep depressingly about its less-than-ideal aftermath, but those of you who know us and are concerned may wish to know that, while Daisy is fine, she is back in hospital with Vic, who is being treated for a complication that, had it not been caught and diagnosed, would have killed her. Now it's being treated, she should be fine, eventually.(My libertarian and right-wing readers should know, before they start commenting, that, for once, it wasn't really the NHS's fault. They've not been perfect, but they've been very good, and it was NHS employees who saved Vic's life. And you can't argue with that.)
If you know us, feel free to text or email me for more info. If you don't, please let your curiosity be content with the information that Vic is not OK but is going to be.
Daisy's pissed off at being back in hospital, but as healthy as we could wish.
That's all.
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