“Aim for the due date and you won’t be far off.”
My sons were scarcely an hour old when a midwife uttered those words. That due date was almost 13 weeks in the future. Yet that’s how long we’d apparently have to wait until we could take them home.
It dragged. There was so much that happened between that traumatic premature birth and the moment when I left the hospital with my family of four.
In this post, I rewind to that day in the summer of 2019 and relive the immediate aftermath of bringing my sons into the outside world.