My boy

By Geertje Jong

Thu, 20 Jan 2011
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Today it is twenty years ago that you were born. 11 weeks too early, weighing no more than 3 pounds.
We were allowed a quick glance before they took you away to be examined. My heart felt like crying. But I put a brave face on everything that had happened and prayed for your survival.
Two hours later we were sitting by the little glass box which kept you alive. I was in awe of your being, you were so tiny that your dad had to go out and buy a romper suit from a toy shop, meant for a doll. It still swamped you.
After six weeks we brought you home.
And now you are 6ft 2" tall, a lanky guy who is going to run the London Marathon this year.
I love you.
Mum

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Geertje Jong, I really enjoyed reading this, it held memories of my own son who is now 28, I was in hospital for a month with him, while he was in an incubator, born to early and with other problems, but now like your son, he is 6ft something and very well. Thanks for the memory and the read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is fantastic, Geertje (see the p.m. I've sent you); its spontaneity, only adding to its charm. Hope your son has a fantastic birthday, by the way. He sounds quite some guy;-) Tina

 

Submitted by Geertje Jong on
Thank you Jenny. Is it not wonderful that such tiny little shrimps grow into big boys who we look up to? Geertje

Submitted by Geertje Jong on
Thank you Tina, also for the p.m. The only draw back is that there is no spell check on this site... Geertje

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You are right there, Geertje;-) It does make it difficult sometimes, I agree. Tina