
Today marks a very special day for all Preemies and their families- World Prematurity Day to raise awareness for premature babies.
It is also the week where my preemie baby, Sophia, turns 2! We are so very grateful for obstetricians, paediatricians, NICU nurses and staff who supported and cared for our little miracle. We got to bring Sophia home, and I will remember that day forever. Being excited, ecstatically happy but also so sad for those friends that were left behind, and those that didn't get to bring their angel babies home. We counted our blessings and still do, every day..
Its been 2 years since this journey started, 2 years since our lives changed forever... And whilst most people assume that we should get over it, the truth is, we haven't and never will. We are so extremely lucky we got to bring our miracle home, and are so very blessed that she is happy and healthy. The one thing we learnt to survive the NICU journey was to be strong, to be positive, to be proactive.....but what happens when you finally come out the other side? There are days that it suddenly hits you and you find yourself having to deal with trauma you never allowed yourself to before.... for me this happens on occasions like her birthday, today, world prematurity day and when I have a tough day.....
I recently tried to reason what it is that has made my outlook on life different, to appreciate the little things, to put my family first..... Parents having to go though unique situations like this, have to learn to put their heart and soul on the line....To love something that you have a strong possibility of ultimately losing. For me this was a very hard thing to do at first, and as harsh at it sounds, coming from a medical background - I tried very hard in the early days to "not love her" just in case.....to try protect myself from pain and hurt...
This all changed on day 3, when I was told to remove her eye mask from the jaundice treatment. Sophia stared right back at me, she melted my heart, stared into my soul and I was a blubbering mess. I made a vow that day, that if the only thing I could do was to love her, I would love her to death and a miracle was sure to happen.....and it did.
No one will understand this feeling unless you have been though it, this is the bond my family share with all our "NICU family", parents we met in NICU who are friends for life and people we cannot live without.
Having 2 children, one that was term and one that was preemie, I always tell my friends, "my first born made me a better person and my second made me a better mother"....
I want to end this blog with a special message to my 6 year old son, Ethan. The whole journey we have been though has been hard on us as parents, emotionally, physically and mentally. I cannot even begin to imagine what it has been like for a 5 year old, now 6 year old sibling. He has been my rock, my strength and I am in absolute awe how well he has coped and made everything easy. He has seen our tears, our anger, our pain and always been so positive. He has learnt patience, compassion and the importance of family and sticking together. Mummy has missed school pick ups and drop offs, reading groups and christmas concerts, but you always smile and tell me its ok. On days that are tough you tell me "I love you mummy and daddy and Sophia - my family". You are the piece that holds this whole family together. Mummy is strong, but you are stronger. I love you to the moon and back.
xoxox