Jack had weighed five and now weighed one hundred. When they took off my drip, Matthew was still in the incubator. On the day I left hospital they moved Matthew into a room full of cots. I would come in each day and learn how to change him. I'd bathe him in a wash basin, so small was he.
Babies are tough.
Yes, Matthew was tough. He was so tough that I felt he didn't need me. He'd become used to the liquids dripping directly into him through a tube. I'd pump my milk for him to have in the bottle. He refused my breast.