I feel ridiculous. DS2 is one today, after a terrifying start - waters broke at 35+3 and although I failed to go into labour, a scan showed he had IUGR and a week max to live if not born straight away.
Had EMCS, he weighed in at 3lbs 5ozs and spent 3 weeks in SCBU.
Today he is small for his age but healthy, strong, cheerful, chubby, charming and beloved.
We have been so, so lucky.
So why am I spending his first birthday on the point of tears? The day of his birth was the worst of my life, and the three weeks that followed were the hardest, but they're a year away so why do I feel upset all over again?
Did anyone else have this?