I feel physically sick and need to talk to dh but he is stuck in meetings in London till late. We've had the medical report for our negligence case today and without going into too much detail it has stated that the hospital cocked up repeatedly (well we knew that) but also that if they had not messed up dd may well have avoided the problems she has. The case is now being passed to a paediatric neurologist for a further report.
Most of the time I don't think 'what if?' - I just look at my amazing little girl and think thank goodness because she is my blessing and because she narrowly escaped not making it at all
. But today, remembering being pregnant and knowing that if the right decisions had been made my dd could have been 'saved' from her cerebral palsy makes me just want to vomit. 
I'm sat here with my 3 girls and I want to weep and wail, I'm right back there in that shitty hospital at the mercy of the doctors. Mustn't let my lovely girls know why mummy is fighting back the tears.