Ike was born 18 weeks ago today and I still stand infront of the mirror as I rock him to sleep and stare at the reflection of a woman with a baby in her arms, and I smile because it's me - I really am a mummy!
Can babies have nightmares? Ike is asleep in his cot next to my bed and I can hear him whimpering – a cute but heartbreaking noise. Have I not ensured that he knows only happiness?