For six blissful weeks I enjoyed every minute of having a lovely, snuggly newborn. He fed keenly and easily, after his tongue-tie was snipped, he slept like a dream and The Beep was totally smitten. Life was easy. Complete. I am so grateful that we had those six weeks free of fear, free of pain, free of worry because beyond that, it all started to become a little frightening. Darker.

As a mother I have learnt that instinct is vital. Never to be dismissed, however frightening it might seem at the time.

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