Today I went back to work and L went to her weekly appointment with Camhs. I was fretful, something made me feel as if they would judge me for taking her away rather than admitting her to hospital. Eventually a text came back, she gained a kilo. It is a small number on a chart, but it is also:
A step to a future without anorexia
A building block of a healthy L
A slap in the face for Ed
A triumph for L who has battled so hard over the last two weeks
L is pleased, but I can hear the hiss of Ed in her ear and know he is sulking in the corner, plotting a revenge. L and I need to avoid his look, and just keep swimming. There are so many more numbers on charts, so many more steps in this journey and we need to keep our nerve.