I was born a premature (33+2tt) but healthy baby. I wasn’t even 2 kg and only 46 cm, so I had to stay in the hospital for the first 14 days all alone, as I needed an incubator. My mother came to see me every day. Sometimes she could stroke me, hold my hand, hold me in her arms and later change and feed me. For the next 14 days she stayed together with me in the hospital. The doctors waited until I was at “table” weight before discharging me to go home.