It's a beautiful day.... or is it?

Five am, Monday December 13, 2010. I sit in a dimly lit hospital room, holding my littlest girl's hand as a multitude of wires and probes are removed from her tiny head and body.

Sixteen hours later. Nine pm, Monday December 13, 2010. I sit in a stadium filled with more lights than New York City. I hold Skip's hand as U2 appear on a space probe amongst a multitude a wires and cables.

Monday December 13, 2010. The longest, most surreal day I can remember.

The day started as I said, with Goose waking after spending the night in hospital having some tests done. Me on a fold-out chair next to her. Sleep non-existent. Both of us weary, yawning and over it. Free from the wires, Goose and I drove home as the sun was rising over the gum trees, magnificent golden yellows and oranges. "My sun!" Goose yelled.

The rest of the day was a blur. Desperately trying to keep my eyes open and function like a normal Monday morning. Fragile from no sleep. Fragile from the emotion of seeing my little one distressed, despite knowing that she was totally fine.

All day, a slightly sick feeling in my stomach. Just wanting to crawl in my bed and pull the covers up over my head.

I have wanted to see U2 for about 16 years. I had tickets to the 2006 show, but I also had a two-week-old baby. My date with Bono would have to wait. Then the day arrived, Monday December 13, 2010. It was finally here. I didn't feel like going. So many times during the day I thought "I can't go". I looked at the clock, thinking it must be about 4pm, it was 10am. This day was never going to end.

Finally, I was firmly planted in my seat (a really good seat). Watching the curious sight of older ladies bopping along to Jay-Z, throwing their fob-chained-wrists into the air. Then Bono and the gang took the stage. They were good, sensational really. Bono strutted in leather pants like only a rock star can. The others looked a little old and a little sad, but they rocked. It was an amazing show.

My heart just wasn't there. I'm at U2, I kept telling myself. This is amazing. It's a fantastic show. And it was. My spirit was far away. Faraway, so close.