Born on a Wednesday morning 21st January 1999 at 10am at a hospital in London. United Kingdom. James the son of ******** and *********. Weight 6 pounds. Delivery uncomplicated. Mother and child well.
Interested visitors, the baby’s paternal grandfather and a visitor from Social services. No other family. Baby to be given up for adoption, but will be fostered at five days of age.
The baby’s father who is also 15 years old is still himself a child. He stays away! His parents make sure of that. “Better that way”
James lay deeply asleep in his own little world. He awoke suddenly aware that things were happening around him. His tiny heart beat a little faster, as he tried again to find his most comfortable position. Gradually, things settled down, but then again he became aware of the movement around him. Little did he know of the momentous things that were about to happen to him. The movements and their strange impact upon him were due to the gradually increasing contractions of his mothers womb. It was her time to deliver an unsuspecting new life into the world.
As the contractions became more intense and prolonged the baby was gradually propelled along to the birth canal. His tiny arms and legs moved with frantic effort within the confines of changing environment. He could feel the pressure on his head and the long descent outwards gave him a deep feeling of foreboding with seemingly , everything , crowding out his very existence.