I've just spent the evening in gentle, teary reminiscence, reading this thread.
I read the first thread in NICU, sat next to my premature son, during the first lockdown, after weeks of pain, bleeds, the enforced isolation, desperate worry. It was a loving hug that helped me through, reminded me of departed dear ones, and made me think about simple, timeless pleasures. I remember that I ordered a rose face cream from NICU, and it was delivered to me in hospital. I open it and smell it, and am instantly taken back there.
My DD is nearly 2 years old now. He's had his health struggles, but is doing well.
I knit for him, and his big sister. We love to bake, dance to the music on the radio (classic FM), he loves to be outside in the garden with me.
Thank you to everyone who had contributed. You helped me though such a desperate time, without even knowing.