Your birth was not what we had wished for you. We had all good intentions, but after a long and painful day, your poor little head suctioned by the vacuum extractor, and exhausted from being stuck in the wrong position for a many long hours, you are a little bit worse for wear.
There are many tears from Mum, Grandma and Nina in the labour room and Daddy looks like he might need a good lie down. The emergency breathing equipment and team of paediatricians, midwives and doctors quietly leave the room. You didn't need any of them. You are here and you are perfect.
We had been a family of five for nine years ... and then there was Layla
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