I will fully publish the story of Max's birth later on, but basically my waters broke at home at about 11pm on Tuesday 21 November 2006, when I was 24 weeks and 2 days pregnant with our 'last chance' IVF/ICSI baby.
After a frenetic and terrifying 4 hours, we welcomed our tiny son at 3.08am on 22 November. He weighed only 630g, and his chances of survival were only around 25%.
The following entries have been taken from my diary, and range from the clinical to the emotional. We adore our tiny, fragile boy, who is showing such a thirst for life. May his story be a long one!
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