9 months and 8 days.
40 weeks.
6768 hours.
406,080 minutes.
24,364,800 seconds.
(Tagging might be annoying, but it's stuff I'd LIKE you all to read, even if you DON'T, I tried!)
My life was put on hold.
A baby who wouldn't stop crying turned into a baby who wanted a cuddle, who became a baby with a lump in his tummy, which became a growth on his liver, which became a trip to Brisbane within an hour, which was meant to only last 3 or 4 days, which lasted 9 months.
Never once did I consider the concept that having a baby might mean losing my baby. I always assumed that once the pregnancy was over, that everything would be fine, just don