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It’s not always roses and sunshine…
Sometimes life just sucks!
This time seventeen years ago, I was in labour with my first child. This time was one of the most terrifying and emotional times of my life. The specialists had been and talked to my husband and me about the potential challenges we could be facing. I had been given steroids to stimulate lung development and was attached to a drip of magnesium sulphate. Having done what they could, the rest was in the hands of fate.
My husband and I were scared and worried but praying for the best. We were only 28 weeks into the pregnancy, and we both knew that this could be difficult if the labour wasn’t halted. In 2007 we didn’t have the internet on their phones. Calls and SMS’s were hurriedly being sent between Singapore and Australia, updating friends and family of the situation. We also had to cancel our flight to WA that weekend, where we expected a baptism. Given that we were the Godparents, this was not a decision we had wanted to make.
I had a friend who’d given birth to pre-term twins some ten years earlier. I remembered all the challenges they had faced getting out of the hospital. Trying to stay focused on not being stressed when if I started thinking I would get worried was a never-ending cycle.
