My daughter is generally a very happy baby. Slow to cry, quick to smile and giggle, she is adored wherever she goes. This has always been a bit of a novelty to her father and I, but now that we are spending a lot of time in a place nobody wants to be, the Intensive Care Unit at the Royal Brisbane Hospital, it seems her cheerful, easy going demeanor may just be life saving.
Sad and grim faces light up when they see the cheeky little girl beaming at them, determined to seek a reaction from everyone around her, nurses flock to her, and most importantly, my mum, who can barely breathe on her own, slowly, painfully, opens her eyes and looks at Lily as she sings out and giggles, trying to impress her grandma, even though she's 'nigh nighs', casting sunshine on the cloudiest day.
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