Lucy Hamlin, 36, Accrington
Walking into the school office, I spotted my boy Charlie, then 4, with a bloodied tissue held to his nose.
Passing him a fresh one, I showed him how to make the bleeding stop.
‘Pinch it right here,’ I said, pointing to the bridge of his nose.
He did as I said, and smiled.
But the school were still concerned.
‘It’s not stopped bleeding all morning,’ one teacher said. ‘What if it’s broken?’
I doubted it – and, honestly, wasn’t too worried.
It was Charlie’s first-ever nosebleed, but I’d suffered from them for most my life, knew how to deal with them.
Strangely, though, after that first one of Charlie’s in September 2012, they became more regular. They’d come on without warning, at all hours of…
