I was very moved by the professionals - those in the hospital and in the police station.
They had anguish on their faces, all of them, at some point. They really wanted to help Teddie, or at least to get justice for him, and definitely to keep his mother and siblings safe.
What a job. How do you turn off from that? How do you try to save the life of a tiny baby that you think might maybe possibly, definitely doesn't but let's hope he does have meningitis - and then be kind to the people you know have killed him, because they are about to watch a little infant die? Do you just find compassion for them because that's what Teddie needs? He needs his mum, to hear and smell and touch her? So, you set aside the fact that she has failed him, and his siblings and you know she's going to go on having babies?
I had no idea the police would be getting calls from an ITU to say "yeah, baby's brain dead, bail them, we'll give them time to be bedside". And then the police officer sitting there, watching them figure out that the baby is dying, and having to record it as evidence? Fucking hell, that's a shift that needs a glass of wine on the way home.
All those people, traumatised because of one man who thinks he might get a bit verbal sometimes.
Jesus wept.