His bum and back snuggled into the palm of her hand, while all around beeps and alarms rang. A tear rolled down her face and splashed onto the roof of the incubator, where the tiny baby slept, wired up to machines and oxygen to help him breathe. No one would tell her why he was born so soon, she never had the expected rush of love, and the shouts of ’It’s a boy’ and being able to count ten little fingers and ten tiny toes. It was another week before she was finally allowed to hold him and when she did he opened up massive blue eyes which looked into hers and said ‘I love you Mummy’. And then the tidal wave hit.
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