you’ve always been a little pocket rocket and hated waiting around and your birth was no different…. 17 years ago today when I was 25 weeks pregnant, I was in hospital due to complications and you decided you could wait no longer to meet everyone…. You were born by an emergency cesarean kicking and screaming weighing 1lb 9oz.. You were such a wriggler that they had to sedate and ventilate you…
You spent the next 100 days in 3 different hospitals, Homerton NICU, Trevor mann baby unit and the local SCBU, yet you thrived and everytime there was a set back, your strength and courage shone through as if to tell me that everything was going to be OK.
Have a happy 17th birthday my darling daughter, whatever you do today I hope it’s a good one … I pray all of your dreams come true and know that I never ever stopped loving you… ❤
All my love