When J came home he was 4lb 6oz, was so tiny but to me he had grown so much. You half expect some general comments when you have premature baby, especially when you must come across as a OTT basket case of a mum, but two separate occasions J got mistaken for a doll ! Continue reading “World Prematurity Day – Mistaken for a Doll”
Next Thursday is World Prematurity Day and this has made me think back nearly 5 and a half years ago when as unlikely as I ever thought it would be, I became a Mum.
I hadn’t brought anything, as I couldn’t convince myself I would have a baby to bring home and tried to tell myself I didn’t buy anything as I didn’t want to jinx it. Looking back now everything from the get go pointed to yet another miscarriage, but week by week he stuck in there. Continue reading “World Prematurity Day – That First Cuddle”