So almost half way through Mike’s first year at pre school.
In our area, we have nurseries connected to our primary schools and Mike has joined his big brother there, in a mainstream school. Continue reading
So almost half way through Mike’s first year at pre school.
In our area, we have nurseries connected to our primary schools and Mike has joined his big brother there, in a mainstream school. Continue reading
Two months in to feeding therapy, we had a little holiday. First night home and Mike was really sick, like he had a bug. I remember my anxiety rising quickly and before I knew it, I was saying out loud to Dad; “this is it, back to hospital, the tube will be going back in.” Continue reading
Mike’s birth was nothing but dramatic, the moment my waters broke they were thick with meconium. I was allowed to labour but the doctors struggled to keep a good trace on Mike’s heart and so he was born by emergency caesarean section. Continue reading
February 2014, I rang Dad from the hospital car park crying my eyes out. Yet again we had another referral. Yet again I was taking our hungry baby home. When was all this ever going to end? Continue reading