I have been challenged by photobox to create a post around one of my most precious moments.
When I had my baby boy Franklyn, my first born, he was whisked away within a moment. Super small at just 3lb he was to spend the first 7 weeks of his life in hospital, most of it in intensive care.
Such a worry.
I can’t connect too much with that time in my memory because I was just so scared. I was stuck on a maternity ward where everyone was celebrating and where no one really knew what to say to me. We wanted to celebrate little F but he wasn’t with us and would he be okay? I sat most of the time babyless and desperately trying to express milk and wandering back and forth every two hours to ICU to deliver it. They tried to send me home but I had to be there for him the second he might need me.
It was the hardest of times.
The day we we were told we could go home with a happy, healthy but still teeny tiny baby who I could feed myself, without tubes and monitored incubators, was so special.
I remember those the first hours at home without nurses and special equipment. They were the time I felt I could truly celebrate little F’s birth and breathe a great big sigh of relief.
The months after were just filled with fun and the sheer joy that he was well and home.
How precious are photographs for capturing special memories.
I love gorgeous, strong, clever, funny, feisty, fabulous, big hearted Frankie more than life itself and how absolutely blessed we are he made it x