My name is Lilia and I am almost 10 years old. I was supposed to be a summer baby. I was SUPPOSED to be, but I had other ideas. I was born on April 1st, and despite it being April Fool’s Day, it was DEFINITELY no joke as I was born just 27 weeks and one day into my mum's pregnancy.
I weighed only 2lb 3oz which apparently is the same as a bag of sugar. I have no idea why I decided to make an early entrance, but maybe it explains why I'm so impatient now! Fortunately, I don't remember being in hospital, although it was my home for the first 72 days of my life. I wasn't just small - I had lots of complications and conditions I had to overcome before I could leave Rochdale Infirmary. Some of them were life threatening, and they all sound very complicated to me.
My mum tells me that I had sepsis, necrotising enterocolitis, patent ductus arteriosus, chronic lung disease and also had to have two blood transfusions which she said transformed me into a pink jelly baby!