So 2 years ago (march 10th) everything went wrong. We lost our little girl who was born at 23 weeks. My wife was very ill both physically and mentally and barely spoke for 3 months. My eldest daughter was affected massively. And youngest just wanted to know what was wrong with mommy.
The messages I got from people on here was amazing. I’ve even been back to the thread a few times and read through.
Work were brilliant. I had a month off and flexibility to put home first. But things were very hard. I even got fat again.
So here we are now. Our son is due On the 10th of march although my wife is being kicked off early as it’s a bit much to share the day. How the he’ll did we manage that.
We haven’t counted chickens yet but so far everything is as it should be. Everyone is excited. I’m about ready to explode with so many emotions I barely know how I actually feel.
The NHS have been amazing. They have litterally bent over backwards with almost weekly scans on things I’ve never heard of before. Again my work have just let me do what I’ve needed to do without so much as a whimper.
It sounds silly but I’ve noticed the birds in the morning. Riding my bikes has become a pleasure again. I have more energy and feel like my girls are getting the real me back again.
Just one slight issue!
What the hell are we going to call him!