Neonatal intensive care unit

To all the people who can’t be bothered to wear a mask, you want to scream, ‘I am trying to keep my baby alive! Please just let me keep my baby alive!’"
Sara Peach's labour was induced because of eclampsia, and she spent most of her son's first day separated from him. Here, she tells her story.
We want to feel normal just like everyone else, we want to feel as though society sees us as equals to every other parent out there
Doctors, teachers and other parents give up their time to ensure brothers and sisters don't feel forgotten.
Father’s Day should be a reminder of the importance of breaking down social barriers which prevent fathers from spending precious time with their young children
It wasn't until Samuel turned three that I felt strong enough to speak about our journey - a journey that five years on still continues. Through our stories I find comfort that I am not alone and that there are mums and dads who understand.
If anything was to go wrong I wanted to be at a hospital where I knew and trusted the neonatal services. Little did know that six months later I would be walking through their doors as a NICU mum and that I would hardly recognise the medical environment where I had once worked.
At home we can be together, no monitors or alarms. For the first time in forever I begin to be your mum. I feel the pain we've been through, I stop to take a breath. I realise now, what other NICU mums will know, my journey has just begun.
In neonatal intensive care the small things matter, particularly when you are unable to hold your baby. Simple acts such as wiping tiny eyes or cleaning tiny fingers can leave lasting memories, create bonds and fulfil a mothers need to care; the importance of these acts must not be underestimated for all parents, no matter the length of their NICU stay - days, weeks or months.