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Kay Robinson, 48, Bolton

Holding my tiny newborn in the palm of my hand, I gently splashed his neck and chest with water.

‘Bath time, littl’un’ I said to Hamish, smiling.

I’d only just been allowed to take my baby son home from hospital, a month after he’d been born five weeks premature.

Still only weighing 3lb 3oz, he could fit into my hand.

But doctors said he was healthy, and he’d soon catch up.

I was overjoyed with my beautiful boy.

I’d been a career woman for most of my 20s and 30s, working as an English lecturer, and when I fell pregnant at 38, after a short romance with Hamish’s father, I couldn’t have been happier.