We’d arrived in Brisbane the previous day so Tracey could catch up with her surgical team at RBWH, our bus could get some stickers and we could finally pick up our car trailer. Unfortunately, one of these three things didn’t go very well.
“I got dickers!” Miss3 announced to her mum when we arrived home from the hospital at midnight. Being given stickers is the toddler equivalent of winning a chook raffle. It was all we could do to stop her from racing in and waking her siblings.