My Baby Boy

I went to see my son today. It was so nice to see his little face sleeping so peacefully. He is doing so well considering he was born 6 and a half weeks early. He reminds me so much of my husband with his little expressions. He has cute blue eyes and chubby cheeks. I got to hold him for 10 minutes, but then the nurse told me to put him back because he needs his sleep. This really upset me because I just wanted to hold my son. It is like the nurses seem to think they are his mum. I know he needs to sleep, but I miss him and he should be at home. What really annoyed me though is that there was some sick on his blanket when I went in the morning and it was still there in the afternoon. I had to change his sheets because I couldn't leave him like that. That meant that half the time I had to change his sheets when I could have been holding him. The nurse was really abrupt the way she told me to put him back as well. I had to leave the ward because I was in tears. It feels so wrong that this time now I should be bonding with him, but I can't. He should be wrapped up in his Moses basket at home, but instead he is on some clinical hospital ward. I cannot wait to get him home because then I will be able to give him all the love that he needs.