Day 2 of our little baby’s life has been trying. In the early hours of the morning, she went blue and the midwives took her straight up to the neonatal unit. She started off on an incubator but quickly switched to a ventilator. Seeing your baby breathing via a tube and with wires, cables and tubes on all parts of her body is really gut-wrenching.

Although the doctors and medical team are giving her great treatment, it is quite worrying when they say they’re not sure what’s wrong. I’ve never been a numbers person but I’ve never paid as much attention to numbers as I have done today, to the numbers of my girl’s monitor. Oxidation rate, heart rate, breaths per minute, blood pressure. I’ve learnt so much about oxygen, our anatomy, and how our bodies work but this isn’t how I would’ve liked to have learnt it.

The next 12 hours will be crucial. Her body’s really got to fight off this infection they think she has and really start running on its own. I pray it does, and I have faith our prayers will be answered. Doctors say she’s a real fighter, and now is the time to start fighting.