Eight years ago, my beautiful little boy came into this world 10 weeks early. It was a distressing, difficult and emotional time - it was also the last time that he was ever early.
After his birth and during the difficult days that followed a social worker at the hospital suggested that I keep a diary to monitor his progress so that I could see the enormous strides that he was making. Being ever subservient (and scared to put a foot wrong in this scary place that was the neo-natal intensive care unit), I listened to her and started to write every day. Although we were in a place of amazing modern science with machines keeping babies alive and well, my diary was kept on old fashioned paper using a pen that I had stolen from one of the doctors no doubt.
Eight years later I have decided to bring that diary to life and to share our journey. I have also decided not to return the doctor's pen.