Today my boy turned 7. About now I cleaned my teeth on the morning he was born. It made me sick and my waters broke all over my cat LOL. DH flew up the stairs looking at the rather bewildered soggy cat zooming down the stairs 
I had nearly lost him once before and thought in amazment that we had made it this far. Then the decision not to turn him 4 weeks before as something was telling me leave alone whats content. Did I do the right thing I worried.
Manic trip in car due to the emergency of it and him being wedged breach. Manic wait when the cow of a MW forgot to report me in and so I didnt get the EMCS till 5 hrs later how I held him in and he didnt break his little legs coming out I dont know.
DH looking like a shrunken George Clooney in an oversized theatre outfit with flip flops and at 3.20 my lovely son arrived and was told he had 2 true knots in his cord. I am glad I didnt agree to let them try to turn him. I think my boy has 9 lives and here he was 6 weeks prem.
1st August his official due date he opened his eyes to the world and his inquisitiveness hasnt stopped since.
We have had a hell of a time as a family and he has had a hell of a time with school.
Today the best present of all is my boy went to a transition meet at his Junior school armed with his birthday badge and his camera. They all greeted him with cameras of their own to make a huge scrap book.
DS was SMILING! xxx
Happy Birthday DS we are glad you came to us x