E has no concept of sleeping in. He woke up at very angry. He did not want to be lying down – he wanted to sit up, problem being that I didn’t. Eventually after a bit of a play and a chat with his parents, he fell asleep and woke up at . Now that is some serious fantastic behaviour.
After his “lunch-time” feed we lay E down on his playmat and he gurgled and cooed appreciatively. He was really wide awake and seemed happy to have the opportunity to play. When he lies around like that I can forget all the sleepless nights and all the feeding traumas. He is just so perfect and I can’t believe he is our baby – it has been a long time coming but worth every minute.
This morning there was a program on TV and there was a child, nothing like E, who was born at 26 weeks and it made me think all over again about those terrible days in the beginning. Every time I look at E’s photograph album I also think about it and it makes me cry both with joy that he is so well now and with relief. I also feel such immense sadness for what he had to go through to get here. I just want him to be happy and to be grateful that he made such a fight to keep on living.