Picture the scene, it’s the school holidays, I am, to all intent and purpose, highly stressed. I am juggling childcare with the demands of work, I am frazzled and harassed and, for once, I took my eye off the ball. Isabelle fell, in spectacular style. I was downstairs, she was upstairs and I heard an almighty thud. I ran to her aide, she was crying having fallen off the toilet, yes, the toilet. She wasn’t badly hurt thankfully and I breathed a sigh of relief, as I did so she ran happily out of the bathroom. I followed her, smiling at her clumsiness, tissue in hand. As I cleaned up the floor, I noticed that she had injured herself, and the area in question was her nether regions. Without hesitation I took her to the hospital, little did I know what lay ahead?