A world of difference
Mar 19, 2020
2 minutes
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Handing my tiny 2lb 11oz baby boy to me, the midwife smiled.
She’d dressed him in a little blue hat and a grey sleepsuit with a star imprinted on the front.
I stared down at him, a strange mix of emotions rushing through my body.
Wrapped in a blue crocheted blanket, little Eli looked like he was sleeping peacefully.
Only, the day
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