Poor Mum had to wait a week until she saw her first grandchild ( my first daughter) after she was born as she was in the special care unit. The day my daughter was allowed out of the unit in the ward, all the mums in the ward with me waited to see her face when she viewed the baby for the first time. Mum had come in every afternoon and evening to see me, bringing me in chicken soup and other food to keep me going. Mum walked into the ward and walked up to my bed and said 'Hi' and leaned over and kissed me as she always did. The cot was by the side of the bed but mum was so intent on speaking to me, as we had not tol her my daughter was out of special care, she just didn't notice it. So I said to her 'Aren't you going to say hello to your grandaughter then?' Mums face was a picture to behold, she looked at the cot, looked at me then at the cot again then came out of her shock and picked up my daughter and didn't put her down again till she had to leave at end of visiting. That was the start of a very special relationship between my daughter and her grandma, which lasted until mums death.