From the moment she was conceived she gave me problems. It wasn’t her fault but I was ill for most of my 8 months’ pregnancy. I had very bad migraines, digestion problems and in the last few weeks pre-eclampsia. My GP and the hospital staff managed to push me right at the end of the 36th week but no further. Then I had to have a caesarian section. It wasn’t nice, but she was finally there, my little bundle of joy that I had wanted so much! She was very small, but already very feisty. She was my little victory that I had fought for against all odds. That’s why I called her Victoria, my victory. And since then she’s never been anything else than a great victory for me. She’s the light of my life, the little hands stretched towards me when I’m sad or ill, my reason for getting up in the morning, my happiness when I see her smiling. And today she’s 10, a big girl who’s almost as tall as me, who’s got a huge social life, lots and lots of interests and friends, but still has time for her little mum.
Happy Birthday, my darling Vicky, from your mamma!
