“No,” she smiled.
Mr and I high fived with teary smiles.
Blue had been premature and done his first poo before he was fully out and had inhaled it. Blue had been a very poorly chap. No balloons on the door or head wetting, just a vigil around an incubator. Some weeks later Blue was fine and at home being cooed over like the perfect miracle he was. We didn’t realise then that the ‘no poo’ was the start of our C.F journey.