Mummy makes milk for me at home, it takes her ages and she gets up during the night as she is supposed to make the milk at the same time she would be feeding me - even though I'm not there. She has a picture of me by the bed but I look so sad it makes her feel sad too.
Daddy is trying to get me to use a dummy as the speech therapist Jill says it will help me but I'm not keen, although when he puts sucrose on a cotton bud - thats nice! 
No comments:
Post a Comment