Four hours and thirteen years ago, following a difficult birth where Mateo was whisked off to the special care unit before I'd had time to touch him and I had to go into theatre (not the acting kind!) I was allowed to see my new baby - named Mateo Lawrence - for the first time. He was in an incubator, topped up with antibiotics to fight the Strep. B virus we'd picked up during our three days in hospital awaiting his arrival. His eyes were closed and he was lying facing me. I spoke to him for the first time in the real world - and his eyes flew open and he looked straight at me. He knew me.
And if it were three hundred years ago, it would still bring tears to my eyes! We have our moments, Mateo and I, but we still know each other when we look each other in the eye.
I wish him a very happy birthday. My unique, complex, deep and beautiful son.
Happy Birthday Mateo.