It was 2am on a cold rainy night 13 years ago when I got an urgent phone call to say your yet unborn life was in danger. Your mummy was being loaded into an ambulance & rush thru to National Womans Hospital. Aunty G came to pick me up & we arrived at the hospital not long after the ambulance. They managed to settle mummys labour & we went home around 6am just to get a ph call upon arriving home to say to come back. We woke your dad & got back just as they were taking mummy & u in to theatre... Dad was the only one who was allowed in & in what seems like an eternity later (it was actually probably only a few minutes) your dad came out & told us you were here. We asked what you looked like & he said a little pink mouse & that my boy is how you got your nickname... You were quickly taken to the Newborn Intensive Care Unit NICU. We were told you were doing very well & a couple of hours we went with mummy to meet you for the very first time. Lucas Matthew Peter Pocock-Allen... You were tiny & we were not allowed to hold you but you knew we were there... Your big brother Joshua & cousin Siua were dying to meet & to hold you but werent allowed for the first few days. We thought we would loose you but you kicked arse every time. 8 weeks later we took you home... Im sorry thing didnt work out between your mum & dad & Im sorry I have not seen you since you were 2... I pray you are happy Mouse & I pray I will see you again one day but for today, I wish you a very happy 13th birthday...
Posted on: Fri, 23 May 2014 23:24:54 +0000
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