• After twenty one exshausting hours of labor you slid into this world, a perfect 8.6 lbs bundle or so i thought. The doctors took u away i didn't get to see u i asked why they had taken you and they replyed "Your daughter was born dead but she started to breath but not properly, so we have put her into a ventalater to see if we can get her breathing properly." I was scared i had never seen u and now i didn't even know if you were going to be alive when i saw you. I slept for two hours then i forced myself out of bed and tried to ignore the agonising pain i was in, and i forced myself to walk to the special care unit where you were. My first thought when i walked through those doors was to run right back out of them but a nurse put her arm around my shoulder and guided me to you. I looked down into your ventalator and you gazed right back up at me and it was then that i realised that you were going to be ok, you were so perfect lovely blue eyes and pefect peachy skin. I sat there for an hour just looking at you longing to hold you to my chest but you were still a bit too weak. I eventualy walked back to my room and there i slept for another six hours. When i woke a nurse came to see me she told me the most wonderful news, you had been taken out of your ventalator and were breathing perfectly. I rushed to see you, when i got there the nurse brought me a chair and i sat in it. You were placed into my arms for the very first time i was so scared but at the same time i felt a love for you that i have never felt before it was magical, your skin was so soft and your eyes were so blue i gazed at them so intently as i fed you your bottle nd you gazed back at your mummy. that is the story of my first days with my daughter.