Today my son is 20, he stands 6ft 4in and it's hard to imagine him as the baby who this night 20 years ago was fighting for his life in a Special Care Baby Unit. Ventilated and sedated, so ill that he was 24 hours old before I saw him and a week old before I held him.
Today, he was up bright an early, mainly due to him staying in last night. He went to visit his gran, some may think how sweet that he goes to see his ill gran, those who know him know it was mainly to see what cash would be in the card
He's not a bad lad, if a computer nerd!
He went out this afternoon, 30 minutes later Lee got a text to say someone had tried to steal his i-phone. Matthew had punched the would be mugger, who had run off!
He was heading off to Meadowhall, to shop and eat at Nandos. We then got a call. En route to Meadowhall, they had crossed the bridge over the river. Matthew had thrown a coin into the river and his shoulder promptly dislocated. The first aider at the nearby gym called an ambulance.
He has just called me to say he has enjoyed the gas & air he was given in A&E and despite my pleas to give up and go to bed is off out with his mates....I await the third call!!!!