...for the special miracle that is my eldest child. This time seven years ago I was in a slight state of shock & gazing in a combination of awe & utter fear at a tiny little scrap barely clinging onto life, covered in tubes & wires & looking more like something scraped off the road than a baby.... It had been 4 hours between actually giving birth & being allowed to see him, but there he was, tiny but perfectly formed - just 3 months before he was meant to be here (& has continued being bloody awkward ever since. Hohum)
And today is his seventh birthday. He's healthy, happy (although you wouldn't think it from the drama queen tears we seem to get at least once a day) cheeky, gorgeous, extremely clever and more importantly, very much alive.
So thank you NHS. (Although, I have to admit that some days, when he's been severely trying my patience, that does get said around gritted teeth.... but in all seriousness, I wouldn't be without him at all....)
Happy Birthday little soldier....