S was born on 9th April, 2012.
It was Easter Monday.
We have already celebrated S's second birthday, and it was great fun.
But Easter is still a big deal for me.
I went into labour early on Easter morning. I spent Easter afternoon in hospital, tied up to monitors. I was induced early on Easter Monday, and S was born that evening.
Yesterday, as I watched my child trying valiantly to bite the top off an Easter egg, I thought to myself, how different this is from two years ago. I thought about how scared I was, to have gone into labour 5 weeks early; to be scared not just of losing my baby, but of showing my fear or any other feeling.