Memories.

Yesterday was No.2 son's birthday. He turned 18. It is amazing that he is 18 because he was born premature and was not expected to last the night. The first 18 months were tough, but he came through it all with no hearing, eye or brain damage. A true miracle. A little girl was born on the same day and the same weeks premature. When we caught up with them 12mths later she was wearing hearing aids and had vision impairment. He won't be the tallest of men, but it is a small price to pay for life. I will be forever grateful to the staff at the specialist neo natal unit for the care  they showed both No.2 son and myself. Especially one male nurse who called my room in the wee hours of the morning, and said to come over to the unit as it was going to be No.2 son's first feed of breast milk, a whole 1ml.

I shuffled over and held No.2 son in my arms while watching the milk go through his feeding tube. That small kindness, I shall remember till the day I die.