From 15 weeks I felt you move.
A little flutter in my tummy.
Just a tiny little kick to remind me I’m your mummy!
15 weeks later you were already here,
Arriving early little one we hold dear.
28 weeks still to small to believe,
That a baby that tiny came from me.
Hidden in an incubator under tubes and wires.
Crying and crying wandering what has just happened.
You were warm and cozy but not all that safe as mummy was to poorly to give you the right space.
Born too early but nice and safe in NICU which was your saving grace.
15 weeks on were still full of dread about your tiny body and teeny head.
You were home by this point no bigger than a doll. We’re were scared to mess up and loose our little girl.
15 weeks more we were living in fear. Watching you in PICU fighting my dear.
Out of mummies care once more and under the nurses you learnt to adore.
My beautiful baby we’re 15 weeks further and grateful for those who fought to preserve her.
These new 15 weeks start in hospital too but oh tiny darling with the fighting you do we will be home in no time. Just you, me and daddy.
Ready for life and showing the neighbours how well you paddy.
The next 15 weeks will be joyous I tell you. Just you, me and daddy. In the home that we’ve made.
Enjoying each day like we’ve hoped and prayed.
Because my dear little Lydia, we all love you so and having you home is the ultimate goal. ❤