To the Mum who gave me perspective

I met you in the hospital tearoom once. Quietly sat with your partner, a small, wan face amid the shrieks of small children scuttling across the carpet. But they weren’t yours. Five months after he took his first breath you were still waiting for him to come home. I think until I spoke to you…

No, my baby isn’t normal

It started off as a minor irritant. A prickle, easily brushed aside. But after what felt like the 200th time someone blithely compared my micropremmie to a ‘normal’ baby, that word felt like a festering sore which was never allowed to heal. Ok, in the scheme of things, it wasn’t the worst thing you could…