Well the little boy is now 9 years old. I still remember bursting into tears when they first showed him to me. He was wrapped up in a white towel with just his little head showing.
I couldn’t cuddle him much as I was lying flat during a C-Section. Then he went to special care almost straight away. I didn’t see him again until 24 hours later and felt very detached from him
(“Baby, what baby?… oh that baby… did I have a baby?…it wasn’t a dream then?
……guess he must be mine.”)
It was all very surreal and I would try to have things happen differently if I could do it all again.