Saturday is World Prematurity Day – a time when we can focus on prematurity, celebrate our tiny babies, and truly concentrate our efforts on prevention and care.
When I was 26 weeks and six days pregnant I went to hospital, completely expecting to be told I was an overanxious, neurotic, depressed pregnant woman. I had a headache and felt a bit strange. It was hard to describe. I had my blood pressure done, urine samples taken, bloods drawn and a scan. With each procedure I felt more and more uneasy. It became apparent that I had severe, rapid onset pre eclampsia. I was very poorly, and my baby was in deep, deep trouble.
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