My NICU experience came at me like a tonne of bricks at a 100 miles an hour.
I'd had the most perfect pregnancy but then one night, when I was 30 weeks pregnant, I developed pains. I rang the midwife and she asked me to go to the hospital for a check-up.
“You won't be in labour,” she said.
I'd sent my partner to work because I thought nothing was going to be wrong. But it turned out that I was 1cm dilated and this baby was on its way – much sooner than he was meant to be. I didn't have the best experience in the hospital that day. Even though I was in labour, my partner was asked to leave after a certain time and I was left feeling scared and alone.
At 5:13am I gave birth to a tiny 3lb 5oz little human. I was instantly in love. We named him Toby. I felt this pang of yearning to have him with me but he was whisked away to the NICU before I could get a proper look or a cuddle.