A year ago today, we changed Iz’s last colostomy bag before her reversal.
I spent that day paralysed by a terror I couldn’t even name. I might have looked like I was holding it together, but underneath, I was a broken, heartbroken Mumma just trying to breathe through the fear.
The days that followed that surgery were utterly horrific. Watching Inny suffer like that changed my very soul—it rewired who I am as a person and a mother. But even in the darkest, most painful moments, there she was: gorgeous, cute, fierce and braver than I ever thought possible.
Reaching this milestone isn’t just “nice.” It’s fucking amazing. Even now, a year on, I feel honoured by every single dirty nappy I get to change.
I’m not the same person I was before those hospital walls and surgeries, but seeing her thrive today makes every soul-crushing second worth it. We didn’t just survive the fire; we walked through it and came out the other side. Our “normal” is different now, but whatever it brings, we’ll face it together. All of us.
One year. We did it. She is incredible. And I am proud as hell!

My one in 5000 girl! My little ninja! Designer butted baby!