Almost 4 years ago my son was delivered by urgent Caesarian at 33 weeks gestation.

I spent 2 tearful and anxious weeks shuffling between my bed on the Transitional Care ward and Neonatal Intensive Care where he lay in his incubator in a quiet, dimly lit room.

Kind and gentle nurses watched over him 24hrs a day.

It was a fragile time.

Yesterday I assisted in the incubator transport, to the exact same place in the unit, of someone else’s baby daughter.

It brought back lots of grateful memories.