It was 7am the 21st of June 1998, Father's day... I experienced the hellish pain they politely refer to as a contraction. A mad dash to the hospital and an epidural later, the pain was still there. Michael was stuck!! My lovely doctor excused himself for a couple of hours to go have a father's day meal with his family, maybe if the epidural had worked I would be ok with his departure. Eventually I was given a much welcomed spinal and had a caesarean. I had never felt so ot of control in my life! I was totally overwhelmed...happy, sad, tired, scared... if Micheal sneezed, I cried! This little boy I had brought into this crazy world was my responsibility, his life was in my hands! I was terrified! Through cholic and nappy rash, teething and crawling... we made it! The expected jealousy at his sister's arrival never happened, Micheal absolutely adored this tiny new baby and went out of his way to help... even if it was swinging her to and fro in the 'do-not-swing' baby bouncer. Three years later and he is a charming, clever and very polite angel (for non-parents: 'angel': term used only around people who do not actually know the child or have children of their own) With his big brown eyes and cheeky smile he's bound to break hundreds of hearts and as much as I hate 'mommy's boys'... this little boy's heart deffinately belongs to his mommy! (ok..... for now anyway)