Those first eight months were a bit of a bubble time: baby grows, mother and baby groups, and lots of photos. Until it’s your baby’s turn you don’t quite know how you will feel about the surgery. Our son was 8½ months when he had his surgery. Up to then I think we’d been in a bit of a maze of ‘what if's?’ and ‘No! not us.’ Then all of a sudden you come home and that letter is on your doorstep.