My Birthday 6:00pm

I am 8 hours old

I look up and see my mummy. She looks sad. She feared I was dead. 8 hours since I was whisked away from her.

She is in a wheel chair. She cannot walk. Her tummy is sore. Her eyes are leaking. She's crying. And daddy is there. He's crying too.

Don't worry mummy.

Don't worry daddy.

I'm alive. I'm alive and I'm in the best place in the world. The doctors. The nurses. The midwives. They will keep me alive and I will grow strong.

I sleep and all is not well.