Doesn't time fly!

Yesterday was Aston's 3rd birthday. It's hard to think that this time 3 years ago, I was recovering in the hospital and my special little boy was up in the SCBU in an incubator, having only come off the ventilator just over 4 hours ago. He was so tiny and I had to get taken up to the unit to see him in a wheelchair because I was getting dizzy spells from the blood loss during the labour. He weighed only 4lb 10oz and was kind of like a baby bird that's fallen out of the nest. He was being fed through a tube and wired up to all sorts of machinery.

Now that little scrap of a boy is a strong, healthy boy of almost a metre tall and weighs just over 2 stone. He's happy and chats away pretty much all day, either to me, or making up little scenarios with his toys ("Oh no! Thomas is in the ravine!"). He's such a clever little chap and rather proudly, I can say that's all down to me since I've been the one looking after him single handedly for the past 18 months and might as well have been doing it on my own for the 18 months before that!

Next big milestone will be starting nursery after Easter - if I can ever get a response from the local school office!