On Wednesday 18th April, I actually allowed Zoey to stay out for the night at my parents. I thought it was an ok idea at first, I had slight worry as myself and Zoey both have separation issues, but I done it. I came home and sat in the flat stairway and cried for 30 minutes. 30 whole minutes thinking about my baby girl and how all I wanted to do was cuddling her. I knew she was safe. Like of course she was, she was with my mum and dad. What made it worse was the messages from my parents saying about how well she was doing and my brother cuddling her and my little sister making sure she was ok. I was not ok. Another sleepless night of me worrying and constantly checking my phone. David eventually came in from work about 05:15 and I just cuddled him. He knew something was up but he just couldn't bring himself to ask because he knew it would upset me. But him being there, comforting me and making sure that I didn't feel alone made me feel slightly better. How hard can it be to ...