Stevenson House has become a second home to my family over the last ten years...

Stevenson House has become a second home to my family over the last ten years. Since July 2003, we have stayed in the ‘Home from Home’ provided by The Sick Children’s Trust multiple times. My son Scott was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease at only six years old and since then has had to make frequent visits to The Royal London Hospital for various tests and treatments. If we had not been able to stay at Stevenson House, we would have had to travel over two hours home every time we visited the hospital. At times when Scott was admitted this would have been so difficult, since I could never imagine leaving him alone when he was poorly in hospital. Scott had been unwell on and off for about a year before he was taken into The Royal London Hospital for the first time. He had been suffering from severe tummy pains, sickness, diarrhoea and spiking temperatures, the classic symptoms of a virus or even the flu. We kept taking him to the doctors and were always sent away, unsurprisingly with the diagnosis of a virus that would pass after a few days. However although the viruses did pass, they would always reoccur later on. We also noticed that Scott was also really run down most of the time and was always tired. When a newly qualified GP started at our local surgery, we thought we would take Scott to see her to get a new opinion. She suspected that Scott may have a condition relating to his appendix and that we should take him to the children’s ward at Worthing Hospital to have tests. Taking your child to hospital is never ever going to be an easy thing to do; you are always going to be worried what the outcome is going to be and about the severity of the results. But I think as we had waited so long for Scott’s illness to be taken seriously, we were relieved to be getting somewhere and hopeful that this would lead to Scott receiving treatment that would help him to get better. Scott’s blood tests did not reveal the results the doctors expected, and as he was too small to have a colonoscopy to find out more, we were told that he would have to go to The Royal London Hospital for more tests. So the following day in July 2003 my husband, Jamie our youngest son who was only eight months old at the time) and I all travelled with Scott as he was taken by ambulance to London. When we arrived at the hospital and Scott was admitted, we could think of nothing else but his condition and what would be revealed from all the tests they were doing. We didn’t even have a chance to worry about the practicalities of where we were going to stay because the nurses on the ward took care of this by contacting Ewelina, house manager of Stevenson House at the time. Ewelina offered us a room in the ‘Home from Home’ accommodation provided by The Sick Children’s Trust and told us we could stay as long as we needed. It was brilliant because it was less than a five minute walk away from Scott’s ward. Ewelina led us from the ward to the house and welcomed us in. I remember feeling such relief knowing we could stay in the house free of charge, be close to Scott and have Jamie with us too. I was still breast feeding Jamie when Scott was first admitted into The Royal London Hospital so it was really important that he could stay with us. I really didn’t want to have to leave Scott’s side when he was so ill and frightened but I also didn’t want to leave Jamie to stay with anyone else. Stevenson House enabled us to stay together as a family which is more than we could have ever asked for. The official opening of the house, the seventh ‘Home from Home’ provided by The Sick Children’s Trust, coincided with our stay. Before this, there was no ‘Home from Home’ by The Royal London Hospital, which we found difficult to believe, as for us it was invaluable. Minnie Driver came to open the house officially and she was great with our son Jamie. He even sat on her lap and was pulling her hair – which is definitely a tale that we won’t let him forget. On the same day that marked a remarkable milestone for the charity, we were told that Scott had a life changing condition that would affect him for the rest of his life, so to say that the day was filled with mixed emotions would be an understatement. Scott was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease which is a very rare condition in young people. It is an inflammatory bowel disease which can cause many side effects. The main side effects were those that Scott had been experiencing for the past year along with a narrowing of the bowel itself, infections and blockages. Scott was in hospital initially for two weeks and words cannot describe how helpful it was to have Stevenson House. Without it, we would have had to pay for alternative accommodation as there was no way we were going to travel all the way home to Worthing when our little boy was staying on a hospital ward in London. The house facilities were amazing and just what we needed. We spent the majority of our time with Scott on the ward but it was lovely to know that we had the house to go back to. It was a great space to gather our thoughts, relax and get some rest. There was also a play room in the house which was great for Jamie. He was able to play happily with all the toys and also with the other children staying in the house; they were all particularly fond of taking over the whole house to play hide and seek. Having other families in the house was actually really helpful for us too, we were all in similar situations and it was good to be able to talk to people who knew what you were going through. Our room in the house had a direct phone line to Scott’s ward which helped to relax us while we were in the house. We knew that if there was any problem or emergency with Scott, the nurses could get hold of us right away and we could be with him in under five minutes. I remember getting a call one night from Scott’s nurse as he had woken up in the middle of the night very upset and distressed. I went straight over to Scott to comfort him and stay with him until he fell back to sleep. If I had been at home or staying in alternative accommodation, this wouldn’t have been possible. Scott was also able to come over to the house to have some away time from the ward. We gave him baths and he had a chance to lounge on the sofa, watch a DVD and play with his little brother. This gave him a sense of normality and really helped him to get through his time in hospital. It helped to keep his spirits up and also helped him to come to terms with the treatments he was going through. Scott is now much older, but his condition is incurable. We have been returning visitors to Stevenson House for the last decade and we will continue to be while Scott undergoes treatments. Our local hospital is unable to deal with Scott’s condition as they don’t have a children’s gastro specialist, unlike The Royal London Hospital. Scott now stays in Stevenson House with us when we go to London for his treatments and this really eases his mind about the trip as he knows the house and the staff. Jamie and my other son Alex (who is now seven years old) are also able to stay with us each time. Joan who is the current house manager of Stevenson House has been incredible to us over the years, and her support can never be overestimated. From her practical help in the house to her emotional support over a cup of tea, she has been amazing. Without The Sick Children’s Trust I really don’t know how we would have managed and we will always be thankful to them. Lisa Baker, Scott’s Mum

On the 16 March our beautiful twins were born 28 weeks and 3 days premature...

On the 16 March, my husband Adam and I became parents when our beautiful twins, Matthew and Nichole, were born at the Rosie Hospital in Cambridge. They arrived very early, 28 weeks and 3 days premature to be exact, so we were very surprised to meet them so soon. Matthew was born weighing two pounds six ounces and Nichole was a little smaller weighing just two pounds and four ounces. We were thrilled when they were born but they were both so tiny, it was really worrying too. We live in Essex which is about a 40 minute drive away from the Rosie Hospital. We had always planned to give birth at the Rosie Hospital even though it was further from home because it was a twin pregnancy and we were worried that there may be complications. My mum is a twin and was born very prematurely too, so given the family history I was slightly on edge. Giving birth at a higher level hospital just seemed the most reassuring and sensible thing to do. Understandably Matthew and Nichole were immediately rushed into the Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) and luckily for the first three nights we were able to stay close to them in a room on the Lady Mary ward. This was so helpful, we were really worried about the twins; we didn’t want to leave their side and we certainly didn’t want to travel home and be a 40 minute drive away from them. Doctors told us that Matthew and Nichole would both be in hospital until they reached their due date, which was the 5th June, almost three months away. When we realised that we would need to stay at the hospital for the forthcoming weeks, nurses on the ward told us about Chestnut House, a ‘Home from Home’ provided by The Sick Children’s Trust. Alan, the house manager came up to the ward to meet us and told us that he had a room that we could stay in, so on Tuesday 19 March we moved into the house. We were so relieved - not only did we have somewhere to stay but we couldn’t have been closer to the twins if we had tried; it was only a lift ride away in the same building. We had our own bedroom and en-suite, a kitchen, lounge and laundry room. It was like a little home and it really did become our home for seven weeks. Our family and friends even loved it; as you would expect when we had Matthew and Nichole everyone was keen to come and meet them, so it was great that we could take them back to Chestnut House for a cup of tea in a calming environment as opposed to sitting in the hospital canteen. Matthew and Nichole were both jaundiced and they were put on ventilators. Apart from this we were told that they were doing well and they just needed to grow and become a bit stronger before they could come home with us. The nurses on the wards were lovely and always tried their best to keep Matthew and Nichole together; we didn’t want them ever to be apart as we knew that they were a comfort to each other and after all, they hadn’t been separated in a whole 28 weeks! However, Nichole was a bit behind Matthew; he just seemed to be a step ahead of her and she seemed to be playing catch up a little bit with him. One night when we were in bed in Chestnut House, the nurse called through to our phone in our bedroom (we had a direct line to the ward) and told us that Nichole, four weeks old at the time, had taken a turn for the worse and was showing signs of Sepsis, a severe infection. They also suspected that she may have Necrotizing Enterocolitis (NEC), a condition where the bowel undergoes necrosis, the death of tissue. We ran down to the ward and stayed the rest of the night by her bedside. We were so grateful to be staying in Chestnut House; if we had been at home or in a hotel, it would have taken us a lot longer to get to Nichole’s ward. Thankfully a couple of days later doctors told us that Nichole didn’t have NEC or Sepsis, which was brilliant news. However she still wasn’t progressing as well as Matthew and the doctors weren’t sure why this was, until after many tests she was diagnosed with a heart defect. Nichole was diagnosed with Tetralogy of Fallot (TOF), a serious congenital heart condition, which really frightened us. We were told that she would need heart surgery at Great Ormond Street Hospital (GOSH) and we just had to wait until she became a bit stronger to undergo the surgery. Our time at the Rosie Hospital can only be described as an up and down rollercoaster. We were happy some days and other days were filled with pure worry and anxiety that our little babies weren’t going to make it through. The worst days were those when Matthew was showing a lot of progression and Nichole was deteriorating, because we simply just didn’t know how to feel. We were happy on one hand but on the other we were terrified. We felt totally helpless; all we could do was sit on the ward with them and try our best to comfort them and be there. We met some good friends while staying in Chestnut House, all of whom were going through similar situations to ourselves and had poorly babies in the Rosie Hospital. The house was great for that aspect, as if we wanted to be sociable and take our minds off everything that was going on we could easily go to the kitchen or lounge and have a chat with someone. The house staff were amazing for this too, they just seemed to understand so quickly what mood we were in and they just knew what to say. But on the days when we didn’t feel like socialising and preferred to be on our own we could just go to our bedroom and shut the door. On 6th May, after spending seven weeks in intensive care, Matthew was discharged a month earlier than we thought he would be. That was great news, but we were also told that Nichole would have to stay in intensive care as she wasn’t well enough to come home. We were heartbroken; we didn’t want to separate Matthew from his sister and we also didn’t want to leave Nichole’s side. Even though Matthew was able to stay in Chestnut House with us if we wanted, we decided it was time to go home. The same day that we took Matthew home Nichole took a bad turn and aspirated some of her milk, something which we think was a sign that she wasn’t too happy to be separated from her brother, but soon after this we were told some good news. After a second echocardiogram, doctors discovered that Nichole didn’t actually have TOF but had a less complex heart condition. Nichole had three holes in her heart and we were told that these were due to three separate conditions; Ventricular Septal defect (a defect in the wall dividing the left and right ventricles of the heart), Atrial Septal defect (a defect in the septum between the left and right atriums of the heart) and also a valve that needed repairing. Even though this sounds absolutely terrifying, it was a lot better than what we had been told previously; much more common and straightforward to repair. Nichole was also suffering from chronic lung disease, but we hoped that once her heart was repaired less strain would be put on her lungs. Nichole still needed to have major heart surgery at GOSH, but we knew she was being taken to the best place and soon would be on the road to recovery. Alan, with whom we had stayed in contact, was so helpful and when we told him about Nichole’s condition and surgery, he told us that The Sick Children’s Trust also had ‘Home from Home’ accommodation at GOSH. He kindly rang Tina, the house manager at Guilford Street House to see if she had a room we could stay in. She did, and amazingly once again, we were welcomed with open arms into accommodation run by The Sick Children’s Trust. Adam, Matthew and I all stayed in Guilford Street House for ten days from the 24th June. It was fantastic as we could all be together as a family by Nichole’s side where she needed us. The house was lovely and again had all the facilities we could possibly want, just around the corner from the hospital. Nichole’s heart surgery went really well and she was transferred back to the Rosie Hospital for two weeks while she recovered. Once Nichole’s heart was treated, her lungs also began to recover. When her heart was struggling, her lungs were put under a lot of pressure too, so when her heart was fixed, her lungs recovered well too. Finally on the 17th July Nichole was able to come home with us and our amazing little family is now at home together. We have had such a difficult time over the last few months and The Sick Children’s Trust has been there for us every step of the way. We had never heard of the charity before. I think it is always the way; you never hear of these wonderful charities until you find yourself in need of their help. Looking back now on what we have been through we can’t imagine what we would have done without their help. Having the ‘Home from Home’ accommodation to stay in allowed us to spend every minute with Matthew and Nichole, from early in the morning to late in the evening, whilst giving us time to rest as well. We bonded with Matthew and Nichole as soon as they were born and this continued to strengthen because of the amount of time we spent with them. For this, we will never be able to thank The Sick Children’s Trust enough. We have kept in contact with both Alan and Tina and it was lovely to be able to go to Chestnut House’s first birthday party a couple of weeks ago, with Matthew and Nichole who are now five months old. It has been a long journey and visiting the house brought us back to where we started but this time with a very happy ending. Gemma Jarratt, Matthew and Nichole’s Mum

Beau was delivered weighing just 1lb 1oz, the equivalent to only half a bag of sugar...

The Sick Children’s Trust’s Chestnut House became our home for just over two months from February 2013, when our son Beau was born 14 weeks premature at the Rosie Hospital in Cambridge. We had never heard of the charity before, until we found ourselves in need of their help. On 3rd February 2013, at 26 weeks pregnant I started experiencing bad chest pains. My partner, Darren and I were really worried as I was already on medication for my placenta and we had previously had a stillbirth. As you can imagine we were on edge anyway throughout the pregnancy, even without any symptoms. We went straight to A&E at Southend Hospital, our local hospital in Essex. When I got there doctors found that I had high blood pressure, a high level of protein in my urine and also that my hands and feet were beginning to swell. They took a blood test that showed I had pre-eclampsia and also that my placenta had stopped working which meant the baby was very underweight. We were in shock; before this I’d had no problems with the pregnancy. It was all quite unexpected and felt so surreal. I was immediately transferred from Southend Hospital to the Rosie Hospital in Cambridge, as we were told I should be treated in a level three hospital. I panicked; being told that I had to go to a higher level hospital really scared me and I knew from this point onwards that my condition was serious. Once I was transferred, doctors told me that I would have to have an emergency C-section. As you can imagine, we were terrified. It was so early for our baby to be born and we were really frightened about what was going to happen. Three days later, on the 6th February 2013, Beau was delivered weighing just 1lb 1oz, the equivalent to only half a bag of sugar. He was the second smallest baby to be born in The Rosie Hospital. We were completely overwhelmed; we were excited to meet our baby boy but we were also filled with worry for him. He was so small and was rushed off by the nurses straight away. As Beau was so premature and small he had to stay in hospital in the Neo-natal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) and we were told that we were unable to stay on this ward with him. We live in Southend, Essex which is almost 70 miles from the hospital. The thought of being this far away from Beau was just unimaginable. Beau’s doctors told us that his condition could change at any moment and they had to take it hour by hour. The thought of something happening to Beau and us not being with him was so upsetting, we just couldn’t leave, and we would have slept on the hospital floor if we had to. So when a nurse told us about the ‘Home from Home’ accommodation The Sick Children’s Trust provides, we felt a weight being lifted off our shoulders. Alan, the house manager of Chestnut House, the charity’s ‘Home from Home’ at the Rosie Hospital, came up to Beau’s ward and met us. He told us that he could offer us a room, which would be free of charge for the whole of our stay, and led us straight to the house. It was brilliant; it was just below the NICU so whenever we went back to the house we were only a lift ride away from Beau. If we hadn’t had the house, we would have had to pay for a hotel or pay travel expenses back and forth from home, which we wouldn’t have been able to afford on top of the everyday payments we had to keep up with at home. If anything had happened to Beau during the night, it would have been awful having to travel to the hospital from home. Being able to stay in the house also gave peace of mind to our family; they knew that we were staying somewhere safe with a support network around us. It was lovely for them too, that when they came to visit Beau they could come and see where we were staying and have a cup of tea and a chat with us in a quiet environment away from the chaotic ward. Beau spent a total of four months in hospital and overcame many complications. Three of these months Beau spent in the Rosie Hospital before being transferred to Southend Hospital. During this time he suffered chronic lung disease and his left lung collapsed which led to him needing a ventilator for 35 days. He went through three lumbar punctures, 14 blood transfusions and was diagnosed with septicaemia. He also had a loss of blood flow to his left hand causing it to turn black. For a time we thought that he may lose his hand as a result, which was really traumatic for us as we knew it would be life changing for Beau. Fortunately doctors were able to save his hand, but he did lose two of his fingertips which although really upsetting was a lot better than what might have happened. He went through all of this and it seemed to be just one thing after another; it was difficult for us to watch him in such distress and so poorly, especially as he was really tiny. Aside from all the other complications, Beau also spent six weeks on continuous positive-air-pressure (CPAP), which used mild air pressure to keep his airway open. Doctors also discovered that he was suffering from Patent Ductus Arteriosus (PDA), a heart condition which occurs when the Ductus Arteriosus, the foetal blood vessel, fails to close after birth. As this remains open, there is an irregular blood transmission between the arteries in the heart. However, Beau’s duct closed itself in the end without treatment, which was great as we really didn’t want him to have to go through heart surgery as well as everything else; we didn’t know how much more he could handle. While in hospital Beau also took part in two research programs, one checking his brain for a week and the other measuring his blood sugar levels through a transmitter in his leg. The three months Beau was in the Rosie Hospital were heart breaking; every day presented a new challenge and we were so scared for him. It seemed like every time we started to relax, thinking Beau was one step closer to recovery, something else got in the way and a new diagnosis or treatment was necessary. Needless to say, in these circumstances Chestnut House became our sanctuary. It was such a positive place to be and after a really stressful day on the ward, walking through the house doors gave us a great sense of relief. Even the décor was relaxing; I could just go in to my bedroom, shut the door and let go in the quiet of my room. I had a direct line from the ward straight to my bedroom, so if anything was to happen to Beau when we weren’t there, we could be notified quickly and be with him in less than five minutes. There was also a lounge with a television which was a great distraction, and laundry facilities. Looking back now, I wonder how doing the laundry or watching TV could become so important, but while Beau was in hospital it was these things that kept me going. Doing the washing, cooking a home-made meal and watching a bit of TV gave Darren and I a sense of normality. Our world was turned upside down and continued to feel that way for the many weeks Beau was in hospital. Being able to carry out everyday tasks helped us to keep going. Sitting in the lounge or around the dining table in the house provided a great opportunity to talk to other families. Friends and family can only try to understand what you are going through, but the other families in the house just knew. It was like our own bubble; only we could understand what each other felt - the feeling of utter helplessness. Also hearing other people’s stories helped because the chances were we had experienced the same thing ourselves so we could pass on advice. Or perhaps you were going to experience something similar in the future, so it was good to know what to expect. Aside from the wonderful support we received from other families in the house, the staff in the house were fantastic. Alan was a God send and words cannot express how much he helped us during our time at the Rosie Hospital. He truly has a gift for reading people and situations; he was always there for us and always knew what to say, but he would also recognise when we wanted to be alone and didn’t want to talk. He ran the house beautifully and his caring and helpful attitude made us feel so at home. After spending a further month in Southend Hospital, finally on the 3rd June we were able to bring Beau home and we were thrilled. He is still on oxygen but is home with us, which is the most important thing. Beau wasn’t actually due until 16th May, so we are very lucky to have him home with us now. He has been through so much early on in his life but he has been so strong. I could be by Beau’s side every day because of The Sick Children’s Trust and Darren believes that this is why Beau came through his illness. I was able to bond with him and his doctors used to say that he reacted to my voice and touch in a positive way. For this I know I will never be able to thank the charity enough. If it wasn’t for The Sick Children’s Trust and the house staff, I am not sure how we would have got through this situation. We faced our worst nightmare and we will never forget the support and love shown by Alan and his team. Beau is now doing well and we hope to go back to Chestnut House soon and visit all the staff. Emma Avery, Beau’s Mum

Milo was just a few months old at the time of the surgery and finding somewhere to stay was the last thing on our minds..

In April 2011, our son Milo had to undergo surgery to have a cranioplasty fitted to bridge a gap in his skull which was caused by an accident when he was just two weeks old. Milo was just a few months old at the time of the surgery and finding somewhere to stay was the last thing on our minds. Thankfully when myself and my partner, Daniel arrived at Sheffield Children’s Hospital, which was about 20 miles from our home in Chesterfield, Derbyshire we were told by a nurse about The Sick Children’s Trust, a charity which provides free accommodation to families of sick children being treated in hospital. Unfortunately, at the time we arrived the house was full and we had to sleep on the ward whilst we were put on the waiting list, but thankfully three days later we were given a room. We initially thought we’d be staying at The Sick Children’s Trust’s Treetop House for a week but unfortunately when he had the surgery Milo suffered from an infection and later had to have a shunt fitted due to a fluid build-up, which meant we ended up staying for five weeks in total. Being in Treetop House helped us immensely as it meant we could stay by Milo all of the time without having to go back to our home in Derbyshire. It enabled us to get some rest and be able to have a break from the ward from time to time, which was a vital opportunity to collect our thoughts and regroup. The journey home was an hour, so it was brilliant to be able to stay so close and not have to worry about travelling back and forth every day. It also meant that we could bring clothes, toiletries and everything we needed for day to day living to the hospital. After a few nights of sleeping on the ward without a proper shower or night’s sleep, you really can see the value of having such accommodation close at hand. It also meant we could buy our own food and cook it in the house as it has a great kitchen. Up until then we had been buying food at the hospital and local cafes and shops, which was very expensive. I genuinely believe that having us there helped Milo recover, because it meant that we were with him, or at least only ever five minutes away from him, at any time day or night. We even took Milo up to the house a few times during our stay. It was nice for us to have a bit of normality – being at ‘home’ with our son - and also for him it was a change of scenery. There was a good selection of toys, books, puzzles etc. for him to play with and a variety of films. During my time at the house I found consolation from talking to other parents who were in the same situation as me. You can feel very isolated and afraid when your child is in hospital, so knowing that other people were going through similar experiences was a help. Also the house staff themselves were brilliant. I got to know the staff quite well whilst I was staying there, they were very helpful and supportive. Since our first visit we have had to stay at the house three additional times, most recently in July this year, and I have to say that every time I walk through the doors I feel a sense of relief, knowing that should we need them again the charity will be there for us. Milo is now fit and well and our lives are just returning to normal; fingers crossed we won’t have to come back (not to stay anyway)! We were very grateful and lucky to have this service available to us in Sheffield. It was such a difficult time for us and having to go home every night would have been unthinkable. Kerry, Milo’s mum.

Our baby had a 50/50 chance of survival

At our 20 week scan our baby was diagnosed with a condition called CDH (congenital diaphragmatic hernia). This meant his diaphragm hadn't closed so the intestines, stomach and bowel were all up in his chest squashing his lungs and heart. He had 50/50 chance of survival. Because of this we were told he would need to be born at The Royal Victoria Infirmary (RVI) in Newcastle – 90 miles from our home in Whitehaven, Cumbria - as he required specialist care. We obviously didn’t hesitate, as all we could think about was finding the best care for our baby, but we had no way of knowing how we would cope as we lived more than three hours away. Thankfully when we arrived at the hospital the staff in the special care ward told us about The Sick Children’s Trust and its Crawford House, a ‘Home from Home’ for families of sick children being treated in hospital. When we looked around Crawford House we really couldn’t believe it. It was amazing, a homely place so near to our baby’s ward, right in the hospital grounds. We were able to stay at Crawford House from the day Lucas was born on 24 September 2012 which meant that our two other children, who were 16 years old and 19 years old, were also able to stay with us when they could. This was the most important thing for us – keeping our family together. We even took Lucas over to Crawford House when he was still on his oxygen three weeks after he was born, so that we could be a whole family together - it was lovely. Staying at Crawford House meant that we could stay with Lucas, look after him and provide care such as swabbing his mouth with milk every few hours, washing him, changing his nappies and giving physiotherapy to his limbs even though he was paralysed and sedated; things you take for granted. One of the aspects of the house which gave me the most comfort was that they had phones in the rooms with a direct line to the wards. This gave us peace of mind as occasionally the ward did call us with updates on Lucas’s condition. It helped reassure us to know that if we were needed or had any questions we could be across to the ward in a few minutes. Staying at Crawford House meant we were able to talk to other families in the same situation. This was comforting; we could all have a cry and a laugh together. The facilities for cooking our meals were all provided and we had our own cupboards and fridge and freezer space. This meant when our extended family came to visit we were able to offer them a drink and some food and relax in the living room with them before their journey home. We were even given practical help with things like hairdryers and change for the washing machines. Having a place to call home away from the hospital but close enough to be there in one minute if needed was the best thing ever. When we needed the charity’s help they were there – everyone from the cleaners to the house staff were so helpful during our month long stay. Now Lucas is nine months he is weaning off his oxygen and no longer on medication. He has just had an x-ray of his chest and his left lung is still small but his right lung is doing fine, which is a great relief. We still visit the RVI every few months and the last time we were there we stopped by Crawford House and handed over an amount of money raised by Lucas`s sister from her sky dive. It makes us feel good that we can give something back and raise funds so that the charity can spend it on providing for other families like ours who need help. We will never forget all that Crawford House did for us to keep our family together and so near to our new addition to the family, Lucas. Amanda Sharpe, Lucas’ mum

Eckersley House made a world of difference to us...

We were not aware of The Sick Children’s Trust until we found ourselves in need of their help, but now we don’t know what we would have done without them. When my partner, Maxwell and I found out at my 20 week scan at Hull Royal Infirmary that our baby had Hypoplastic Right Heart Syndrome (HRHS), a condition where the right atrium and right ventricle are under-developed, we were really shocked. We are first time parents and I think you always expect that everything is going to be ok. When we were told it wasn’t, we were devastated. We had to go to Leeds General Infirmary (LGI), a specialist hospital, to have more scans to check on our baby’s condition which in itself really frightened us. We were told that there was nothing that could be done until our baby was born, so all we could do was wait. For the remainder of my pregnancy, doctors kept a close eye on the baby and I, and what was supposed to be an exciting time for us became a time filled with anxiety and apprehension. We had no idea what to expect when he was born and we were just praying that everything would be ok. I was a week past my due date when I was told that I would need to be induced at the LGI so that if there were any complications, all the cardiac staff would be on hand to help. After three days of waiting to be induced our lovely little boy, Flynn was delivered on 16th July 2012, eleven days late, weighing 8 pounds, 10 ounces. We were thrilled and so excited to meet him, but this soon turned to worry when he had to be whisked off to the neo-natal intensive care ward (NICU) for assessment. Flynn had to stay on NICU because of his heart condition and we were unable to stay with him, as the staff on the ward worked on a one to one basis with every child and there wasn’t enough room for families to stay. We live in Hull which is over 60 miles away from the hospital and over an hour’s journey away by train. We knew that we couldn’t leave Flynn’s side; the thought of him being alone in hospital was unimaginable, and we never wanted to be that far away from him. Fortunately we didn’t have to be, as we were offered a room in The Sick Children’s Trust’s Eckersley House. The Sick Children’s Trust runs free ‘Home from Home’ accommodation for families who have seriously ill children in hospital. The nurses on Flynn’s ward gave us directions to the accommodation and when we arrived Caroline, a house assistant at Eckersley House welcomed us in and gave us a guided tour around the ‘Home from Home’. A weight was immediately lifted off our shoulders. We had wanted to focus our attention solely on Flynn but we had been forced to worry about the practicalities of what we were going to do and where we were going to stay. When we were told about Eckersley House, all this worry immediately disappeared. The house was brilliant as it was just across the road from the hospital, only a five minute walk from Flynn’s ward and the hospital’s breast feeding facilities, which was essential for me as a new mum. The house had everything you could possibly need: a clean kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and laundry room. It really felt like a second home to us; we could cook a home-made meal, have a shower and get a clean change of clothes. I really think that doing this helped to keep our spirits up and keep us positive for Flynn, which is what we needed to be, to help him recover. After four days on the ward, we were told that Flynn’s condition was much more complex than the doctors first thought. He needed open heart surgery to treat his condition, however even with the surgery there was a 50 per cent chance that he may not survive. We were distraught, we couldn’t believe what was happening; our little boy had only been in the world four days and there was a chance he may not make it through his operation. There was nothing we could do and we felt totally helpless. We couldn’t face the possibility of saying goodbye to Flynn but without the heart surgery, we were told that he wouldn’t survive past ten days. Flynn had the open heart surgery and was in theatre for a total of eleven and a half hours. I can honestly say this was the longest day of our lives and there was nothing we could do but try and wait patiently, repeating to ourselves that he was in the best place. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, Flynn came out of his operation and came through. I cannot even begin to explain what we felt when we saw him. We were thrilled and although he still had a long way to go, we were so happy that he was past the operation and on the road to recovery. Staying in Eckersley House meant that we could stay together as a family and bond with our new son. We were only ever five minutes away from Flynn, so we never missed anything and we could relax in the house knowing if anything was to suddenly happen and alter his condition, we could be there really quickly. There was also a phone in our room which was connected directly to Flynn’s ward so we could be notified at any time of any change. Flynn stayed in hospital for a further ten days following his operation before we were able to take him home with us on 31 July and start our new life as a family. Since then, Flynn has had lots of follow up appointments and has been closely monitored for his condition. We recently took him back to the LGI on the 6 June as he had to have a second major heart operation, the Glenn Procedure. He was in theatre for six hours and spent a further eight days in hospital recovering. During this time we were very lucky to be welcomed into Eckersley House once again which ensured both Maxwell and I could be there for Flynn while he recovered. Flynn has just had his first birthday and has had a really hard first year with two major heart surgeries. We feel so lucky that he has grown into a healthy little boy who is learning to walk and is almost talking. He is amazing and our little family is together at home where we belong. Eckersley House made a world of difference to us; it took all the stress and worry away of where we were going to stay and ensured we could always be together. Not only this but the emotional support we received from the staff was incredible; they are so understanding and are always there for you if you need them. We will be forever grateful for the support The Sick Children’s Trust gave us and we will never forget the staff at Eckersley House. Stef Westmorland, Flynn’s Mum

We were devastated with Bethan's diagnosis and couldn't believe she had such a rare illness...

When my daughter Bethan was just nine months old, she was diagnosed with a fracture of the femur (thigh bone). This was the first symptom of weakened bones that she had experienced, and it led to her diagnosis of Osteogenesis Imperfecta (OI) which is more widely known as brittle bone disease, OI is a bone disorder that weakens the bones causing them to break very easily. It is a rare condition that affects only 7 in 100,000 people worldwide. We were devastated with Bethan’s diagnosis and couldn’t believe that she had such a rare illness. Bethan is now 13 years old and she has grown up with OI. As a family we have become used to her condition, however recently she has been suffering from scoliosis, a complication of the condition which causes her a lot of pain. Scoliosis causes the spine to curve from side to side, forming an ‘S’ shape. To treat the condition we were told Bethan would need to have spinal surgery. Although the thought of her having such serious surgery was terrifying, I hoped that it would help to relieve the intense pain she had been suffering; I found it really difficult to see her in so much pain, knowing there was nothing I could do to help. Our local hospital, University Hospital of Wales was unable to give Bethan the treatment she needed. We were told that for her surgery we would need to go to Sheffield Children’s Hospital, a recognised centre of excellence for OI. Sheffield is 200 miles away from our home in Merthyr Tydfil, South Wales so in practical terms this wasn’t going to be easy for us. We had no plans for where we were going to stay or what would happen when we arrived. What we did know was that in Sheffield Bethan would receive the best possible care and for that we would have travelled anywhere. On the 17 September 2012 we arrived at Sheffield Children’s Hospital and Bethan was taken into surgery almost right away. While we were waiting for her to return to the ward we noticed some leaflets advertising Treetop House, accommodation provided by The Sick Children’s Trust. We asked a nurse about the ‘Home from Home’ accommodation and she contacted Ann the house manager, who couldn’t have been more helpful. She offered us a room in the house where we could stay for the entire time Bethan was in hospital. We were so pleased; the house was located on the top floor of the hospital so we would never be too far away from Bethan. It was really important for us to be with her and being offered a room so close to her ward was fantastic. It also alleviated any other stresses we may have had during this difficult time, as without the house we would have had the extra worry of travelling the long distance home every day and leaving Bethan, or the expense of staying in alternative accommodation in Sheffield. The house really was a ‘Home from Home.’ Even though it was within the hospital as soon as you walked through the doors you felt like you were in a different place. We were able to disconnect from the ward and have a proper rest. The facilities were just what we needed; we could have a shower, get a change of clean clothes and cook a home-made meal. It offered the perfect distraction even if this was just putting a load of washing on or washing the dishes after dinner. We usually took it in turns to go back to the house and rest so Bethan was never alone. But if we did both go back to the house, Bethan was comforted by knowing we were only going upstairs, which was great. We were also able to relax knowing that if there was any change in her condition we would be notified as soon as possible, as the nurses could call through to the phone in our room. Something I will never forget about our time in Treetop House is the emotional support we received from the other families and the staff. We were going through such a difficult and worrying time and talking to other families who were going through similar experiences to us was really helpful. We were able to support each other and help each other through the different emotions we felt every day. The house staff really helped to create a homely atmosphere; they always had a smile waiting for you and after a hard day on the ward this was really welcome. My older daughter Lauren, who was 17 at the time, was also able to come and stay in the house, which was lovely as we missed her so much and she really helped to lift Bethan’s spirits. Had Lauren not been able to stay, it was unlikely she would have been able to visit at all as the hospital was so far away from home. Bethan was in Sheffield Children’s Hospital for ten days in total and without The Sick Children’s Trust I am unsure how we would have coped. The accommodation the charity provides enabled our family to stay together by Bethan’s bedside and enabled us to wake up to each new day stronger and more hopeful than the day before. Since coming home Bethan has experienced a lot of problems. We have been told that it is likely she will need further surgery to treat her condition and now we are just waiting for an appointment with the surgeon. Our journey is very much continuing and it is likely Bethan will have to go back into Sheffield Children’s Hospital. It is scary not knowing what is going to happen but charities like The Sick Children’s Trust make us that little bit less apprehensive, as we know they will be there to help us when we need them. Ceri Morgan, Bethan’s Mum

Imagine being told that every second with your child could be your last...

Imagine being told that every second with your child could be your last and realising that you couldn’t stay with them at a time when they need you most. It is an impossible thought but it is one that my husband Bob and I had to think of when we were told that our darling Jacob Bear might not make it through the night. Thankfully we could be by Jacob’s side because of the ‘Home from Home’ accommodation provided by The Sick Children’s Trust. Our story began on the 6th December 2010 when our baby boy Jacob was born by Caesarean at Addenbrooke’s Hospital in Cambridge, our local hospital. We were so excited and just completely overwhelmed with love for him, we couldn’t wait to take him home and although he stayed in hospital for a week following his birth to help with his feeding, soon we were all home together as a family. When Jacob was six weeks old, his doctors became worried that he wasn’t smiling yet. They found that Jacob had no red reflex in his left eye and we were told to see a consultant who diagnosed Jacob with Unilateral Cataract and he was scheduled in for treatment in March 2011. We were really worried, but we were grateful he had been diagnosed and booked in for treatment. However, while we were waiting for this operation, Jacob was also diagnosed with mild hearing loss in both ears. I immediately thought that Jacob’s eyesight and hearing must be connected, but the doctors didn’t think there was any connection. However, only two weeks later Jacob’s feeding began to deteriorate. He would refuse one or two feeds daily and we noticed that he was really sleepy and could only stay awake for a few hours at a time. We knew this wasn’t normal especially as when I took him to a postnatal group the difference between him and the other children was clear. The other children would all be lying on the floor kicking and playing and Jacob wasn’t. I became really anxious about Jacob’s condition and took him to the doctors multiple times over the next few months. But they just seemed to repeat that all babies start to do things at different times and it was nothing to worry about. Jacob was not sitting, rolling over or holding things like his friends. Jacob was finally referred to the Early Intervention Team in July 2011 and we made appointments with the paediatrician and a physiotherapist. We felt so much better knowing that we were going to receive support and specialists were going to help Jacob with his movements, we even noticed that he was beginning to smile more and sit up in his high chair; he seemed to be so much more alert. Just when we felt like things were improving for Jacob and everything was going to be okay, in early September he began to become really withdrawn. He became really tired again all the time and wasn’t eating as much as he had been. I took him to the doctors again but they told me he was probably just at the beginning of a cold or virus and it would pass. I just knew this wasn’t right, I knew Jacob and I knew then that it was more serious than a cold. In the days that followed Jacob started to bring his legs up to his belly and it looked like he was really straining himself. He then one day had what we thought was a seizure. We took him to the GP and were told to come back if it happened again. It did and we rushed him straight to A&E, he was admitted straight away that night as he was having multiple seizures. It was horrible to see him struggling so much, knowing there was nothing we could do; we felt so helpless. The doctors took an Electroencephalography scan which is the recording of electrical activity along the scalp, which showed that he had chaotic brain activity and they immediately started treating him for epilepsy. They carried out other tests as well, but they all came back normal. The doctors felt that Jacob’s developmental delay and seizures could be connected so they referred him to the genetic team before sending us home just over a week later with no concrete diagnosis. We were really frustrated and scared, at this point Jacob was seizing up to 16 times a day for up to 20 minutes at a time. We were terrified; we tried multiple medication types and even high dose steroids. These did work for a little bit and brought our happy little boy back to us. He smiled and tried to communicate with us but as soon as the dose was reduced, his condition deteriorated again. We were so upset, doctors were unable to diagnose Jacob and couldn’t explain his seizures and we certainly had no idea what was happening; we were devastated. All Jacob’s genetic tests came back negative although his seizures began to lengthen and at times they began to last over 20 minutes at a time. The doctors told us that they suspected he may have Mitochondrial Disease which is a terminal illness. We tried to remain as positive as we could; we had to for Jacob’s sake but as well for ourselves. If we were going to help Jacob through this, we had to remain strong. Jacob was only one year old, it was impossible to think that we were going to lose him so soon. Besides, all tests were coming back negative so nothing was confirmed yet; we refused to believe what we were being told and wouldn’t give up. Jacob had a repeat MRI scan, a lumbar puncture and biopsies of his skin and muscles in the February of 2012. We were called in to see the doctor. They showed us his scan and pointed out that his brain stem was largely fluid and showed us the large lesions of dead brain tissue, they then mentioned Leigh’s disease and Alpher’s disease, they said they were unable to confirm which disease it was until further tests came back, but that we should expect the worst and we had very little time left with him. We were heartbroken. The thought of Jacob leaving us and the world at only one year old was devastating. We loved him so much and he was everything to us, the thought of carrying out our lives without him was just unthinkable. We were experiencing our worst nightmare and there was absolutely nothing we could do to help him. We took Jacob home with us and tried to carry on as normal as best as we could. A few weeks later Jacob woke up with a temperature and he was resisting taking his medication. We rushed him straight to A&E and he was diagnosed with a chest infection. Only three days later, late one night, he stopped breathing and we were told he was being moved to the Paediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU). We were told that he may not make it through the night and we should start to say our goodbyes. We spent the whole night with Jacob and he did make it through. But the following day we were told by his doctors they felt sure he had Leigh's Disease which is a Mitochondrial Disease and there was a high chance that Jacob would not be coming home with us again. We wanted to spend as much time as we could with our Jacob, so we didn’t even think about going home. We live 25 miles away in Sutton, near Ely, which is over an hour’s drive away, and the thought of being this far away from him in such a vulnerable condition was just unimaginable, but we were unable to stay on the ward either. It was when we were facing this situation that we were offered a room in The Sick Children’s Trust’s Acorn House. I cannot begin to explain the weight that was lifted off our shoulders. It really was a ‘Home from Home’ and what was fantastic is it was free to stay and there was no paperwork to go through. A nurse on Jacob’s ward simply handed me the keys at about 4 o’clock in the morning and the room was ours. Bob and I were exhausted so it was amazing to just be able to go back to a safe place and rest. The house itself was brilliant; it was only around the corner from Jacob’s ward and it took less than five minutes to walk there. Our bedroom even had a phone line connected straight to the ward which was great if the nurses needed to contact us, but also because I could call through at any time. I remember waking up in the middle of the night sometimes and just phoning through to make sure everything was ok. We began to prepare for the worst and family and friends came to visit Jacob on the ward to say goodbye. We cried every day by his bed side. We even got Jacob christened in PICU, which was a really emotional service but lovely to do for him at the same time. Acorn House helped us in so many ways. With so many family members and friends coming to visit Jacob, it was so helpful to have the house that we could take them back to, for a cup of tea and a proper chat or just some much needed peace and quiet. It also gave Bob and I a sense of normality at a time when our world was turned upside down. We were able to cook a home-made meal and sit on the sofa while watching the TV. It also helped to have other families around us who knew what we were going through. They immediately understood and could sympathise with our situation. We are still in touch with some of the families we met in the house now and they have become good friends. Having our bedroom to go back to at night was really helpful to us too, especially knowing the upsetting news that Jacob didn’t have much time left. The ward was a constant hub of noise and chaos. Having the quietness of our bedroom ensured we had a place we could go to cry and let all our emotions out. We needed to grieve and come to terms with what we had been told and having our own space was essential to do this. I sat with Jacob every day and begged him to come back to us, to just open his eyes and come home. He couldn’t leave the world yet, we had so much we wanted to do with him, he had so much left to experience, he couldn’t leave us. Jacob listened to me and was able to come home after two weeks in PICU. Doctors asked us what we wanted them to do if the situation was to happen again and we made the heart wrenching decision for them not to intubate him. Bob took a couple of months off work and we made a list of things we wanted Jacob to do before he died, making his last few months as happy as possible for him. Sadly just over two weeks later at 11:30am on the 20th April 2012 our darling Jacob died peacefully in my arms with his Daddy holding his hand. We miss Jacob every day and there will always be a hole in our lives because he had to leave the world so soon. Jacob was with us for just 501 days but he changed the lives of Bob and I and hundreds of other people (over 200 came to his funeral). We will be forever grateful to The Sick Children’s Trust for enabling us to spend as much time as possible with our Jacob Bear. Without them, we would have faced sleepless nights on the hospital floor or in the car, as there was no way we were going to leave his side and go home. Claire, Jacob’s Mum.

We will always value the accommodation run by The Sick Children's Trust...

The Sick Children’s Trust were there for us when we needed them most and they made a really terrible time in our lives a lot easier to manage. My husband Lee and I stayed in Guilford Street House for four weeks in July 2012 when our son Matthew was taken in to Great Ormond Street Hospital. Matthew was only three weeks old when he developed a cough and after three days without improvement we decided to take him to our GP, who diagnosed him with pertussis, more commonly known as whooping cough. He said that we should take him straight to Accident and Emergency at Barnet Hospital, our local hospital which really worried us. We had heard of whooping cough before and knew it was serious but having to take him to hospital was especially frightening. Matthew was admitted into the children’s ward that day and over the next few days his condition deteriorated; he was really struggling to breathe and his doctors decided that to give his body a rest, they would put him on a ventilator. However, even on the ventilator Matthew’s condition didn’t improve and after a further assessment from doctors, we were told the only way to stabilise him would be for him to go on Extracorporeal Membrane Oxygenation (ECMO,) a machine that is operated outside the body that continuously pumps oxygen into the blood. There are only three hospitals that offer this treatment in the UK, so in order for Matthew to be put on this life saving machine he had to be transferred to Great Ormond Street Hospital (GOSH) in central London. We couldn’t believe what was happening, Matthew was still so tiny and to know that he needed life saving treatment was terrifying. Matthew was in such a vulnerable condition that he had to be transferred to GOSH by The Children’s Acute Transfer Service (CATS,) which is an ambulance service that specialises in transferring children in intensive care. It took them three hours to get Matthew ready to transfer and after the long journey to GOSH it took another three hours to stabilise him on an oscillator. I can safely say that this was one of the longest days of my life. At three weeks old, the last thing I imagined I would be doing with by baby boy was spending time in GOSH. Matthew’s condition seemed to become so serious so quickly and it seemed like it could change at any moment. Our home is in Finchley, North London which is an hour away from GOSH. There was no way we could contemplate going back home and leaving our little boy on his own, so with no accommodation on his ward for us, we spent the first night sleeping on the floor of one of the meeting rooms in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). It was awful and I remember us both thinking that we should prepare for the worst as Matthew’s condition wasn’t improving and he was surviving at that moment because of the ECMO. Matthew made it through that first night and we realised that to stay close to him, we would need to find accommodation close by. We couldn’t spend the foreseeable future sleeping on the floor of NICU but we were also not going to go home and leave him, so this was our only option. We went down to talk to the Parent Advice and Liason Services in the hospital and they told us that GOSH didn’t have any rooms left that we could stay in but that we may be able to stay in Guilford Street House, a ‘Home from Home’ run by The Sick Children’s Trust. They phoned Tina, the house manager who said that they could offer us a room. I can’t begin to explain the relief that swept over us. The house was fantastic and it really became invaluable to us. Matthew was diagnosed at GOSH with pertussis and double pneumonia and spent over three weeks on the oscillator. We spent this whole time by his side and were only able to do this because we had Guilford Street House so close by. This was amazing as since the house was less than a five minute walk from his ward it meant we would never be too far away from our little boy. I just simply couldn’t face going home without him – I did go once during the three weeks and it was really upsetting. It didn’t feel right going home without him; seeing all the lovely gifts we had received from our family and friends for him just made me feel so much worse. There was no charge to stay in the house, which was great. Neither of us went to work when Matthew was in GOSH as we couldn’t deal with not being with him, so the free accommodation helped us to ensure we could keep up with the everyday payments at home. If we’d had to find alternative accommodation in London, it would have been really expensive and put an extra stress on us, which I really don’t think we could have coped with. We were also really lucky in that we didn’t even need to worry about our house as my mum was over from Australia and staying there with Lee’s mum who travelled from Wales. They both came to visit us at GOSH and it was really great to have Guilford Street House to take them back to. We could have a proper chat with them over a cup of coffee in a quiet environment away from the hospital. After three weeks in GOSH Matthew was taken off the oscillator and we were thrilled. Although he still needed a ventilator, this was a big improvement and we could finally say that he was one step closer to recovery and to coming home with us. It is such an emotional time seeing your child poorly in hospital, and between this and all the chaos and noise on the wards it was easy for the hospital environment to become too much. We had to wear masks whenever we were in Matthew’s room because pertussis is contagious. We found it hard to spend more than a few hours at a time in his room because of this, so we would often take it in turns to go back to the house and catch up on sleep during the day. It was great to be able to do this as it was essential for us both to rest in order to stay strong for Matthew but also, as we took it in turns it meant he was never on his own. There was also a phone in our room that was connected directly to Matthew’s bedside, so if there was ever any change in his condition, the nurses could notify us straight away. They did kindly call us on the phone once during the night to let us know that they had to re-ventilate Matthew, so that we wouldn’t be shocked when we saw him. The house had all the facilities you could possibly need; a clean bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and lounge area. It was great as it really made us feel at home and normal again but at the same time we were very aware that things were not normal in our lives. One thing we will never forget about the house is the emotional support we received. There were many families in the house, all going through similar situations to us and it was nice to talk to them when we got back from long days at the hospital. Tina was a wonderful support to us; she always had a smile for us and would always ask after Matthew. The support she gave us, even if it was just a chat over a cup of tea, made a lot of difference. After nearly five weeks in GOSH Matthew started breathing on his own and has recovered well. He still has very damaged lungs, but he is growing into a strong little boy and he is at home where he belongs. Since the outbreak of pertussis in the UK in 2012, women are now offered immunisation in the last few months of pregnancy to give their child immunity from the condition. As much as I wish this had been the case when I was pregnant with Matthew, I am so pleased that hopefully fewer families will have to go through what we have in the future. Since coming out of hospital Matthew has been ill with many different viruses and illnesses but he is here with us which is the most important thing. He is still under a respiratory consultant at GOSH with whom we still have regular appointments, and each time we visit we try and pop in to see Tina too. We will always value the accommodation run by The Sick Children’s Trust and we will never forget the help they gave us. Michelle Williams, Matthew’s Mum

We were both really worried and stressed, everything seemed to be happening really fast and we were so far away from home...

It was at a time when we were both upset and exhausted, as we thought we might have to face the prospect of leaving our poorly baby,that we were made aware of The Sick Children’s Trust and Chestnut House. My husband Nick and I were told at my 20 week scan that our baby had a condition called Foetal Hydrops, which meant that there was fluid present in the foetal compartments. We were also told that Isaac was suffering from a heart condition whereby his heart was beating far faster than it should have been. I was put on medication for the remainder of my pregnancy to try and bring his heart rate down, and we also had to go for regular check-ups at Great Ormond Street Hospital in London every three to four weeks. This did really worry us but we thought with the medication and regular appointments with the doctor, it would be under control. The medication did begin to regulate Isaac’s heart rate but at 27 weeks into my pregnancy the fluid started to return, which is why at 31 weeks we were told I needed an emergency C-section. We were terrified - I think you always immediately think the worst when you are told your baby will have to be delivered early. On Boxing Day 2012 our little boy Isaac was born. Isaac was delivered in The Rosie hospital in Cambridge as the seriousness of his condition meant that he needed specialist care that our local hospital in Peterborough were unable to provide. We were both really worried and stressed with the whole situation, everything seemed to be happening really fast and we were so far away from our home in Lincolnshire and our family. This was when we met Alan, the House Manager of Chestnut House. He whisked us away to the house and we cannot begin to explain the relief that swept over us. Chestnut House is a ‘Home from Home’ run by The Sick Children’s Trust which is a charity that provides free accommodation for families that have seriously ill children in hospital. The house was great as it gave us a private space to get away from the busyness of the ward and gather our thoughts. It had all the facilities we needed to look after ourselves; a private bedroom, clean bathroom, kitchen and even laundry room. The best thing about the house was its close proximity to Isaac. The house was located within the hospital grounds and only a two minute walk away from Isaac’s bedside so we could be with him in no time if we were ever needed urgently. It was also really important for me; because I had a C-Section I was told to rest as much as possible, so being close to Isaac meant that I did not put too much strain on myself and it allowed me to recover more quickly, which is what I needed if I was to look after Isaac and remain strong for him. I think being in the house generally helped our well-being. We were really able to look after ourselves which helped keep our energy levels up for Isaac. We made home-made meals every night which was fantastic. If we hadn’t had the kitchen to do this we would have had to live on takeaways and fast foods. This wouldn’t have helped our mentality at all and especially wouldn’t have helped the quality of breast milk I was feeding Isaac. We also met a lot of families in Chestnut House that were in similar situations to us - it was good to have them to talk to and it really reinforced for us the importance of the accommodation that The Sick Children’s Trust provides. Nick and I have two other children, Leah aged 13 and Harry aged 5. We were really lucky that while we were staying in Chestnut House they were able to stay with their grandparents and have that stability. Of course they came to visit us, which was lovely as we missed them so much and they wanted to meet their new little brother. It was really great being able to bring them in to the house and show them where we were staying. It also enabled us to spend some quality time with them in a quiet environment away from the hustle and bustle of the hospital. We had heard about The Sick Children’s Trust before we stayed in Chestnut House, but we didn’t really know about the work they did before we came to be in the situation of needing their help. Quite simply, without the ‘Home from Home’ they and Alan provided, we don’t know how we would have coped. The house offered everything we could possibly need, and Alan was amazing. Nothing was ever too much for him, he put us both at ease the moment we met him and his open door policy ensured that we could call on him for anything if we needed to. One thing that really surprised me by staying in the house is how clean it remained; when you’re living in a house full of people you don’t know, you wouldn’t expect the high standards of cleanliness we experienced and I really believe this is down to the way the house is managed and looked after. Isaac is home now where he belongs. During his three and a half weeks in hospital he received lots of treatments to help him recover from his heart condition. He spent the first two weeks in The Rosie hospital and was then transferred to Peterborough for the remaining week and a half. Since then he has been to lots of follow up appointments. We are now so happy to be able to say that in April 2013 he received the all clear from the Cardiology department and he is doing really well. His heart condition seems to have fully resolved along with the Foetal Hydrops. Doctors at the hospital told us that they are still unsure why Isaac’s condition took such a bad turn and that he will remain a ‘mystery baby’. But the main thing is that Isaac is home now and is growing into a healthy little boy. We are really thankful to The Sick Children’s Trust for enabling us to stay by Isaac’s side the whole time he was in hospital. Without their help I really don’t know what we would have done or how we would have coped with the situation. Nicola Butler, Isaac’s Mum