Many of you will already be aware of the fact that back on 21st November 2011 my little Monkey decided that he just couldn’t wait any longer to meet his mummy and daddy and put in an appearance 10 weeks early. I think it’s safe to say that the experience was traumatic for the both of us and i will go into more detail with this when my ‘birth story’ is published, but as with most premature babies he had numerous health complications and was whisked straight off to NICU without me barely catching a glimpse of him.
It wasn’t until a couple of hours later that one of the midwives gave me the most precious gift ever, unfortunately not my bundle of joy, but the next best thing, his first ever photograph and my first proper look at him.
Two beautiful blue eyes, a cute button nose, ten tiny little fingers and ten tiny little toes. I didn’t know whether to smile or cry, I knew he was in safe hands but they weren’t mine and all i wanted was to hold him in my arms, take all of the bad stuff away and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That’s what mummies are supposed to do.
It was at that moment that i fully understood what it meant to truly love somebody so much that you would give your life for them.
There really is no greater love than a mother’s love.