The little boy is going to be 2 in just over 3 weeks, I seriously don’t know where the time is going nowadays….
I don’t get time to do much reading as late, and I have missed it but because I’ve acquired half an hour here and there (when he falls asleep in the car or when I have an appointment and conveniently get there early!) which has worked in my favour.
I met Adele Parks a couple of years ago and she must’ve just started to write this, shame I couldn’t have read her brain then because what a plot…wow!
The sleeping pattern of a baby I thought was erratic but for the first couple of nights William sleeps from midnight to 6 without a feed and my husband and I silently poke him to check that all is ok. He’s fine, of course he’s fine but he’s testing us, making us feel comfortable before the sleepless nights begin…..
Ok, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking where the f*ck has that purple writer gone? She promised more posts and stories but what the hell??
On Sunday 13th November, the nurses tells us that William will be able to come home in the next couple of weeks. We’re both in shock, but very happy. We don’t need any equipment because our little man is breathing by himself and confidently wolfing back his 2 hourly supply of milk. I didn’t breastfeed which I found quite upsetting, I try to do it but I don’t have the milk and Mike is quite worried about me getting upset and tells me William will be fine on formula so he’s drinking a mixture of expressed milk and a formula milk especially designed for premature babies.
“It’s three AM, they’re all asleep, and no-one’s here to see.
As we rock slowly back and fourth, my baby boy and me.
His little hand is feather light, tucked up against my chin.
I hold his tiny hand in mine, and stroke his baby skin.
The house about us creaks and groans, the clock hands creep around.
He snuggles closer to me still, and makes his baby sounds.
I love these quiet hours to much, and cherish every one.
Store memories up inside my heart, for lonely nights to come.
All too soon he’ll be all grown up, his need for mummy gone.
But until then I still have time, for kisses and for song.
Time for quiet hours like this, with him cuddled in my arms.
Where I wish he’d always stay, protected, safe and warm.
And yet I know the day will come, when his tiny little hand,
Will be bigger than my own, he’ll have grown to be a man.”
Poem found on Facebook, unsure of the author so if you know who it is please let me know so that I can give them credit where due!