TRUE-LIFE
Watching my baby son sleeping, through the incubator glass, my heart ached with love.
‘Morning, little one,' I whispered to him.
It was June 2017, two weeks after I'd given birth to Jacob.
He'd been premature, born at just 23 weeks, weighing only 1lb.
To start with, he was given 0% chance of survival.
‘Jacob may not make it through winter,' his doctor had told me and his dad Jack, then 20.
‘And if he does, he may never walk or talk.'
I had hope though, just
