on “not forgetting”

Eventually he arrived after 2 long days of contractions and false-starts. But he arrived in the end. And we loved him so. I was 28 and my husband was 26; not that young, really, but we were the first to become parents among our peers, and so this wrinkled newborn was in the hands of amateurs. Complete amateurs. I’d never even changed a nappy.

In those early days one person helped me believe there was light at the end of that seemingly endless Continue reading