It feels like so long since last Thursday when I was still pregnant and thought I had 4 weeks to go. It started with a generic check-up where I measured small. From there I had an ultrasound where they found that there wasn't as much amniotic fluid as there should have been. They let me go home, but overnight, the baby didn't move as much as usual. So on Friday at 7pm, I was induced. Connor James was born at 1.04am on Sunday (Father's Day).

It was so hard only being able to have a little hold, before he was taken away to the Special Care Unit and put in a humidicrib. I saw him later in the morning and was able to have a little hold. He had all these machines attached to him. The next day, they had him on oxygen for 12 hours because his breathing had gotten worse again. I have been expressing my milk for them to feed him through a tube down to his stomach.

Since then, he has been getting better every day. He finished his antibiotics yesterday and has been more active since then. He had his first breast feed today and we were able to wash his head and give him a sponge bath.

It was hard when I was discharged and had to leave him in there. I've had no time for anything, except expressing milk, visiting Connor, eating and sleeping. Still, it's an amazing feeling. I don't think I'll ever forget the moment when I first saw him. It's so strange being a mummy, yet it also feels quite natural.

I'll put some photos up soon. They think he will come out of the humidicrib in 24 hours into a normal cot. It doesn't look like we will be able to take him home for a few weeks yet though. I really miss him when I'm not up there with him. I can't wait to be able to take him home. It's a time when every day has little miracles...

Rach