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Mum of the Month - October 2010

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Mum of the Month - Hayley Matheson, Kalgoorlie WA

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When we found out we were expecting baby number 2 Wade, Kobi and I couldn't be happier. My pregnancy went smoothly and labour and delivery was only 5.5hrs. Charlotte was welcomed in to the world and our family at 10.39pm on November 2, 2009. She was perfect and looked exactly like her brother did when he was born.

Life was great and Charlotte fit straight in to our family. On the 12th of November there was a knock at the door. It was late and we weren't expecting anyone, my mum was already here in Kalgoorlie visiting from QLD to help us out with Kobi (5). I opened the door and to my surprise my Dad was standing there. He had told me he wouldn't be able to make it - which is odd for Dad!

Dad had his first cuddles with Charlotte and the first thing he said was that breathing was fast. I had noticed but thought that was just her.The next night (Friday the 13th) as we got ready for a family BBQ, I was chatting to a family friend on Facebook who is a midwife in QLD . I asked her what the normal breathing rate was for a baby and she said 60. My Mum and I both counted and got 74. Ruth rang me straight away, told me it was too fast, pack a bag, go to the hospital and don't leave until I see a paediatrician. I immediately started to panic but did as she said. Off Mum and I went to emergency. We saw a doctor and he agreed it was a bit fast and got the Paed. It was all go from there.

Charlotte was admitted to hospital, they took blood, put drips in and hooked her up to monitors. It was awful seeing her like this. At first they thought she had Strep B as I had tested positive while pregnant. The test came back negative, then they thought she had Gastro. I fed her at 4am on the 14th and a few hours later her chest had started to recess. They ordered a chest X-ray and found her heart was too big. Our little baby girl at just 11 days old had a broken heart.

Wade and I and the rest of the family were in shock. I asked myself so many questions, why, how, what did I do wrong? The hospital contacted PMH in Perth and RFDS and by that afternoon we were on a plane out of there. On arrival at PMH, the cardio team met us and did an echo. Charlotte had coarctation of the aorta. She was hooked up to so many machines, and had lines going in everywhere. On Monday November 16, Charlotte had closed heart surgery to repair the coarctation. The surgery was successful and she was out by the end of the week.

Today Charlotte is a healthy, happy 10.5 month old and you wouldn't even know there was anything wrong. She has the neatest scar along her shoulder blade, but like my mum says - 'Scars are like tattoos but with better stories.'



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Three Little Trees

Mum of the Month - September 2010

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Mum of the Month - Renee Clarke 

I wanted to share with you the amazing birth of my gorgeous little Girl Laila. Although she is 2 now I still think her entrance into the world is a good one.

rene 1a.jpgOn the 10th July 2008 2:54am I was woken by pains in my tummy, I whacked my husband after an hour of wondering if "the" time had come. "Honey, I think it's time" sleepy and confused his reply was "Oh crap ok I won't go to work today!" At 6am I rang my mum and my sister who were to be my birthing partners along with my husband and they came with breakfast.

We walked the streets stopping every so often for a contraction and this went on for hours. I suddenly got the urge to go shopping! We went to the supermarket to get some foods that I thought I wanted to eat and as I turned into the shelf to contain myself from a contraction I looked down to see a little girl staring at me in sheer horror! The poor thing had no idea what was going on.. By 6pm that evening I had well and truly had enough, the contractions were anywhere between 8-10 mins apart and I was exhausted. I finally managed to talk the mid wives into allowing me to come in for a check-up as they had declined previously and told me I would be like this for days (OH MY GOODNESS!!!)

The examination proved that the baby was well and truly there but I hadn't dilated at all. So we went home and I sent mum and sis home too, my husband and I shared the lounge and every 8 mins I rolled off and pushed.. At 4am I told him to go to bed and I would try and sleep too. come 5:30 the contractions were so strong I jumped in the shower for some relief, I stayed in there for a good hour and a half (thank goodness for a massive water tank) and by this time it was 7am, we called the mid wives again who had said I wasn't in labour and I was only experiencing "pre labour" (OH MY GOODNESS AGAIN!!!)

I begged them to let me come in and they refused saying I hadn't even dilated but I knew deep down something was going on.. By this stage I was quite cranky and threw the phone at my husband and kept on pushing. My morning sickness had come back so I was sitting on the toilet leaning over the bath vomiting at the same time. they had told him to give me some panadol and sleep the pain away!! (Ha-ha anyone who has gone through labour would know it is impossible to sleep in THAT much pain) so I took the panadol and walked back to my room to hear a big "pop" something sounding like a water balloon breaking and the trickle of water down my legs, almost instantly I needed to go to the toilet so I tried walking back to the bathroom but couldn't close my legs, I said to my husband "I can't move, it's coming". He replied, "Get in the car." "But I can't move I can feel its hair". Again, "Get in the car don't be ridiculous" By this time I was sitting on the toilet pushing my baby girl out,

rene 2a.jpgI begged him to call the ambulance which he did and they told him to get me off the toilet and put me on the bed with some sheets and towels, We did this and whilst on the phone to them they told him how to deliver a baby, He freaked out when he saw her little head popping out and said, "Bub you're doing a really good job, now just hang on a minute." He ran into the hallway and said to them, "Oh my god I can see its head." We had full length mirrors so I could see everything that was happening also!! So I kept pushing and with four big pushes this absolutely perfect, alert, healthy little girl entered our lives...

For five minutes it was just the three of us. He put her on my belly, she had a tiny cry, sneezed and then sucked her fingers and we looked at each other in total awe of the perfection we had created. Laila Joy born 9:35am 11th July 2008.. The ambulance turned up five minutes later; I managed to deliver the placenta in the ambulance on the side of the road in front of a work site which happened to be having their morning tea break. There is no stranger feeling than pushing out a placenta, legs in the air with three men leaning on their shovels smoking cigarettes! I turned to my husband who was smiling down on his baby girl and said, "You have done such a good job today, you can name her whatever you like." He replied, "Can I call her Laila??" Absolutely! She looks like a Laila and is the absolute apple of her daddy's eye. The bond that was made that day between the three of us is one that will never be replaced nor duplicated. We are all so happy and love each other with every little bit of our hearts. We will soon welcome another little person into our lives and Laila is super excited about being a sister.. I would give anything to experience that feeling again with this new little person but know it will have its own story to tell... I hope you enjoy my story, I love reliving the moment and sharing our joy with whoever will listen.


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Mum of the Month - June 2010

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Mum of the Month - Mel with Emilia Jane (below)

Mel's birth story of Emilia Jane born: 12 July, 9pd 6oz @ 5.26pmmum n bub first pic together.jpg

Approx 11 pm on 11 July 09 I started getting niggly pains as I was getting ready to go to bed, approx 15 mins later they were so much stronger and I was questioning if it was something starting to happen. Each time going to bathroom that day I kept leaking fluid so I knew bub was not far from wanting to make an entrance. At midnight I went to bathroom and had a light show of fresh blood, that got alarm bells going and hospital wanted me there ASAP.

We arrived at 1 am and had to sit in waiting cubicle for 2 hours as only one midwife was on duty. There were two other women were in labour at the time. I was placed on monitors which showed bub was asleep and the rate levels were not high enough which was causing concern. I ate three cups of ice and cold water and it didn't help. The doctor on duty was called at 4 am and arrived at 6 am he had to put the canula in so I could receive fluids. 7 am the specialist came in and asked why I hadn't received the fluid to begin contractions. 8.30am they began giving me the fluid for contractions. Pins kicked in at 12.30 pm and I was 3-4 cm dilated. By this stage I let a lot of nasty words fly out and wanted the baby out right there and then!

At 2.30 pm back pains kicked in and I was pulling at the toilet seat because I couldn't handle the pains in my spine. At 3.30 pm I requested to have pain relief as I was 7 cm. I received the pethidine in the leg. Within 30 minutes I was on the bed asleep. I had my husband touching my face trying to wake me up and my mum on other side with a wet washer. Nothing seemed to wake me up.

An internal was done which found bub spine rubbing on mine and her head was above the cervix and she wasn't coming down the birth canal. The specialist said action needed to be taken. So he organised pulling the bed apart and prepared the area, put my leg in stirrups and got the forceps ready. By this stage each contraction I was getting throughout the day was lasting only 5 seconds and my body didn't realise it was a contraction until it was gone.

When everything was prepped I got the numbing needles which really hurt then the specialist had to use the forceps. The forceps went in it hit a nerve which made my leg go into a spasm mode it was shaking and I was crying from that pain. All I had to do was push even with no contraction as I was bleeding so fast they just wanted Emilia out. By this stage I was wide awake but bub was asleep in there which wasn't helping. As I pushed he grabbed her. Emilia luckily landed in his arms. The specialist had to drop the forceps to catch her so she didn't fall on ground. He then looked at her and said, "Yep she's crying" and placed her on my chest, quickly cut the cord and said get that baby a blanket. The specialist said to me I have put another needle in so I can sew you up, as he said that I had a gush of blood which pretty much made me really drowsy again and many of frantic nurses and the specialist trying to work on getting the bleeding to stop. Many stitches later, and hearing the specialist talking about sending me to surgery to stop the bleeding and that really hit me emotionally.

After nearly 2 hours of me laying there and now all stitched which specialist said approx 40 stitches (possibly even closer to the 80 mark) then a catheter was inserted. I was then told I was not allowed to go to maternity ward because I was not stable. I was cleaned up and spent the night there in the delivery suite. I then ended up having 2 blood transfusions because I was very pale and was taking way too long to come back to normal. The first lot of blood went through really quickly so the midwife organised for second round to arrive in the ward for me to have which ended up being the wrong blood but luckily this was noticed before given to me as I would of not survived the transfusion. My husband stayed with me until 5 am.

Later that morning I was allowed to go up to maternity ward and I was tired and hungry.
My specialist came and saw us he said we really gave him a fright. He actually did hit the nerve in my leg when inserting the forceps but wouldn't tell me that while in labour and also said I should have had a C-section but they did not realise until 10 cm dilated which made it too late.

I had to lie in one position until a nurse was free or when I had the energy or got Anthony to help me roll over. I was not able to do anything for Emilia until Tuesday lunch time. It made me upset not being able to even change her. It was very complicated to even wrap her.

Tuesday night I finally got the go ahead to get out of bed and try walk around and shower, which after an hour sitting on side of my bed trying to stop having dizzy spells, I walked very slowly to the shower. Anthony and a nurse held me up or I would have collapsed as my feet were wobbly and they felt like big platforms.

Wednesday morning a paediatrician walked in and saw Emilia had jaundice so they organised for her to go to the nursery. That sent me really insane; everything started kicking in; tired, stress and hunger. My milk wasn't coming and they said I had to feed her every 3 hrs on the dot. I had to allow them to feed her on the bottle twice to help let me body settle and relax, again Anthony didn't go home til 2.30 am on Thursday morning. He got a sleep and came back about 10 am Thursday morning.

At 10 am I was feeding Emilia and we were in nursery. They did many blood tests to see if Emilia could go back to my room for that night. At 12.30 pm results came back saying she had good 214 levels of jaundice instead of the 340 she had. We went back to the room but because she was classed as a nursery baby every 3 1/2 hrs we had to go back to the nursery for nappy change and feed.

The pathology had to do another blood test on Emilia and myself but I ended up with chest pains which they had to give me medication for and Emilia had to stay in and do another blood test on Friday morning to double check the jaundice levels again. Friday we both had to get blood tests again and Emilia came back fine but mine was on border line. They classed me as anaemic because levels were so low. They allowed us to go home but got me medications and told me not to drive or be on my own for at least the next month.


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Mum of the Month - May 2010

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Mum of the Month - Zen

My Happy Ending
By Zen Labuschagne

I remember waking up from my emergency C-section, I was dazed, sore and zen gary and kids.jpgconfused. My overwhelming desire was to see my new baby, but baby was nowhere to be seen, and no one wanted answer my questions.

The night before, I had come in to hospital in labour; my baby was four weeks early. It was my second child and I was full of hope and expectation. I could not wait to meet my new baby. The little person I had carried inside of me, and talked to and dreamed about for the last nine and a half months.

I had had a good pregnancy. Baby moved often, I’d had no problems. I had only been sick between six and twelve weeks pregnant, but apart from that, everything was fine. I took folic acid from 6 weeks. This pregnancy had been better than with my first child. I had felt so good and energetic that the previous day, I had still been at work, covering two stories for the newspaper I wrote for. All the scans were fine. Little did I know that during the next few days, my life would be turned upside down?

After examination by the nurse, I was told the baby was breech and not to push. They organized an emergency C-section. I told the anaesthetist I had an ‘s’ curve scoliosis of the spine before he injected me in my back. I was conscious until they started to cut me. Gary, my husband, sat next to me as I lay on the operating table in the theatre.

‘Hey, I can feel that!’ I shouted.
‘Oh my gosh! I can feel you lifting my skin, and now you’re cutting again!’ I yelled. It was excruciating.

I remember the panic on the doctors’ faces, and then all eyes fell on the anaesthetist.

‘Put her out, and take the husband outside,’ said one of the doctors in the room. Gary was rushed outside. They stopped cutting, and the anaesthetist told me he was going to put me out, he put a plastic mask over my mouth and nose, and I was relieved to feel myself passing out.

When I came around, I was being wheeled on a bed down a hospital corridor.
'Is it a boy or a girl?' I repeatedly asked my husband Gary as I came around.
'It's a boy. Just rest,' Gary answered.
'Where is he?' I asked.
'He is not a well boy,' Gary answered, 'Just rest.'
I drifted back to an uneasy groggy sleep.

When I finally came through, I was told that my baby was very sick. I was told that the paediatrician was going to come and speak to us.

It was very bad news. Our baby son had five life threatening things wrong with him, including a perforated lung, and a bad degree of Spina Bifida. He also had a multitude of internal abnormalities and was paralysed from the waist down. I told the paediatrician we had medical aid and would pay for our baby to be operated on. The paediatrician told us that he had spoken to a number of specialists already, and they had refused to operate on the baby as there were too many things that could go wrong, as there was so much wrong with our baby. He said we might prolong the baby’s life by up to three months if we operated, but he would still die anyway and we would just have prolonged his suffering.

All this time our new little son Christopher lay in intensive care. Hooked up to life support and sedated so that he would not pull out the tubes keeping him alive. Thankfully he was on painkillers, so he could not feel any pain.

When I saw our little son for the first time, he looked normal and handsome from the front, apart from his swollen head and a twisted foot. He was a large baby, and had broad shoulders. His reminded me a bit of my grandfather. He had dark hair. I was afraid to look at his back.

I spoke to him and stroked him, but could not hold him. We talked to him. He did not make a sound. I think it was because he was so sedated. His only response was one tear I saw run down his cheek. We spent a lot of time with him that day.

That evening was another night of sorrow. My husband and I clung to each other and to God for hope and comfort.

It was the worst night of my life. I hardly slept. I just prayed and cried the whole night. My husband was given a bed to sleep on in my hospital room. We prayed continually for a miracle for our baby, but most importantly for God’s will, and for comfort for us and our child.

The following day after consultation with the doctors, we made the heart breaking discussion to see if Christopher could make it without the life support. He did not. He died in our arms that morning. To this day my husband says there is no more helpless feeling than holding your child in your arms while they die, and knowing you can do nothing to help them.

I had to stay in hospital for the rest of the week until I was strong enough to return home after the C-section. Fortunately, they allowed my husband to share my room. I could not bear to be alone.

My younger sister took leave from work for a week, and moved into our home while we were away and looked after our three-year-old daughter. Gary's brother and his wife also visited with us and comforted us. My sister visited with us when our little girl was at playschool.

The days after Christopher died were days of mourning. During that time I realised why tragedy can change a person. One day I reached a cross-road in my grief where I actually had to decide whether I would sink or swim. I realised I could let this tragedy break me and turn me into a broken person like I had never been before, or I could use this tragedy to become stronger and move on and become a person my son would have loved and been proud of if he had lived. I chose to move on and grow stronger.

My husband and I also grew closer during this time. During our shared grief, we loved and leant on each other. I realised that not only had I lost my baby, but it was his baby as well, and he was also suffering. We chose to draw together, instead of drawing apart. Three years later our marriage is even stronger than it was before the tragedy because of that decision we took.

I remember clearly the day I left the hospital. In my arms was a huge pink bouquet of flowers instead of a baby. I felt a failure. When I had first arrived at the hospital doors the week before, there were three of us - Gary, baby and I. Now there was just Gary and I, baby was dead.

The days and weeks afterwards were obviously tinged with sadness. I kept going over and over things in my head and trying to figure out what had gone wrong. I kept wondering was it my fault and if something I might have done had caused it.

I spent a lot of time reading the Bible and found the story of Job really comforting, especially the end where everything he lost was restored to him above and beyond what he lost originally. Reading the story about the death of David and Bathsheba’s first child, and how David dealt with it, also encouraged and comforted us.

During this time I also read the biography of Doctor David Livingston. He had also lost a few children while working as a missionary in Africa, and reading about how he and his wife sorrowed and coped with their many tragedies, made mine feel small in comparison. His story really encouraged me.

The autopsy on Christopher proved that the abnormalities he suffered were due to a virus I contracted between 6 and 12 weeks of my pregnancy and had interfered with his internal development. It was a relief to know it was nothing genetic, and that we could try for another child if we wanted to.

The love and encouragement from our churches, family and Irish friends was overwhelming and wonderful. Neighbours, family and church friends were a great encouragement to. For two weeks I had meals cooked for us by friends! Our house was full of flowers and cards.

One important lesson this experience also taught me, was to love and appreciate my daughter more. It also gave me more patience with her. During this time I also came to the realisation that my family was more important than my career or money.

Six months later I returned to work at the newspaper. Two weeks before the first anniversary of Christopher's death I found out I was pregnant again. It made facing the anniversary a little less frightening for me, as I had been dreading dealing with the emotions of remembering all that had happened again. It was still a very sad time for Gary and I, but now our sadness was tinged with hope for the future and another baby on the way.

I gave up work when I was 17 weeks pregnant with Seth. I wanted to give the baby the best chance possible. I deal a lot with the public as a Journalist and also faced a lot of stress, so I wanted to avoid catching any unnecessary illnesses again, or getting over stressed. I decided it was worth giving up the job and the maternity pay.

This time round I attended the same specialist, but after the last incident, he booked me in for extra scans and 3D scans with a professor in Dublin. In January 2008, we found out we were going to have a baby boy and that he was fully formed and in good health. We celebrated!

On May 15, 2008. Seth Gary was born. We called him 'Seth' because it means 'God has restored'. Seth was born four weeks early, but in good health. He had a natural birth, and the labour took an hour and a half. After Seth was born, I just held him in my arms and cried and cried. The nurse looked at me as if I was mad. She did not know what had happened with my previous pregnancy. It was such a relief. I felt like I had reached the end of a very long journey.

I'm so glad that we had another little boy. God has been so good to us. At first, every time Seth reached a milestone I would get sad as I thought about what Christopher had missed out on. But then Gary wisely pointed out to me that it was not meant that Christopher would ever have lived, and so he would not have reached those milestones, so I was full of sorrow for nothing.

Having Seth will never replace Christopher. But he has helped heal me. They are each separate, special little people. I never want to forget my Christopher. I don't want to forget what having him taught me about life, and about appreciating my little girl and loving my family more than I ever did before he came along. I have realised how short, unpredictable and fragile life is, and to cherish those you love while you have them.

My heart is mended now. I still cry occasionally about Christopher and will never forget him. It still hurts to look at photographs of him, and I still cry on his birthday. But that time in my life is over now. I'm stronger and a better person for what I have learnt from my experience. I also have more faith in God.

A person gets to choose how they respond to the situations life throws at them. They can either lie down and become a victim of circumstance and lose themselves, or they can take an experience and use it to grow stronger and wiser. I chose the positive option.

Baby Christopher


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Mum of the Month - April 2010


My name: Evi Dowell
Son: Aedan Seppe
Born: June 16 2009

My pregnancy with my first and only child went fairly easy, there were some concerns as the pregnancy progressed as our baby was having some urinary reflux problems and had to travel to OK City several times for a 4D scan. Doctors told us that this could still fix itself and fortunately it did after he was born.
The labor was another story though! At 5 weeks early I woke up on Sunday morning June 14 2009, as my waters broke. I was not in any pain at that time, hallelujah! I rinsed off in the shower as my husband called the hospital. We went in, they checked everything and quickly decided I was not going anywhere as my waters had broken and the risk for infection was too big.

After I got admitted and was hooked up to all the machines. The doctor came and talked to us, saying how they wanted to hold off on delivering our baby since it was really early. Another day another hour for him to be inside my body would be best for him.
I rested and tried to was hard to think I could not even call my family or friends...
My biggest heartache has been, being far away from home. Belgium is where I'm from I have been in the US now for 3 years, my hubby is from here. But boy did I dread being pregnant without being able to show off my belly. No words of comfort or a hug from a loved one. No, "you don't look're pregnant silly!". I was so sad not being able to share any of it. Good thing hubby and I love each other so much.
Husbands are great but they are also men and they have their own way with words and feelings lol... you may know what I mean. Doctors lingo is hard enough in your own language! Mine being Flemish (Dutch) is nothing like English.

But I divert! Here I was in this scary situation... but I was calm. Like I had any clue of what was going on... ye right! Corey stayed by my side. We stared at monitors all day thinking, "this is it....THIS IS IT! we're gonna meet our boy". Late in the evening it was decided they were gonna start petocin in the morning and get this party train started.
I slept a little... 6 am came, got hooked up. Then the pain started yay! I dealt with it as best I could. A whole day went by and nothing happened. I wasn't dilated at all so they decided to stop and try again the next morning. The next morning, ready to roll the petocin was doing it's job and I was breathing through pain for about 7 hours and guess what I was still not dilated, nothing, nada, zilch! In the afternoon my OB came to tell me it would be best to have a C-section, for both of us. 5pm was gonna be it!

At that point I was just relieved that it was going to happen for sure. 5pm, got rolled into the OR. Had my bits shaved by a masked dude who was chit chatting with me. Surprisingly it wasn't as horrifying as it sounds. But you can't help but think, I'm such a mess down there these days, can't see my toes so waving a blade around your privates has it's risks LOL
The epidural wasn't too bad either...gosh you really do forget these things don't you? I remember all the faces and conversations but the pain is just a blurry memory.
Dr. Weaver came in and did his magic, my husband was there by my side. We had a lovely nurse take amazing pictures of our son Aedan Seppe's birth. June 16 2009, 5.29pm, When they stuck him over the sheet and I saw him for the first time...I said "His eyes are so blue". He was/is the most beautiful baby ever. He was doing good, breathing on his own, cried. Had all fingers and toes. But he was a preemie so got whisked away. Both baby and hubby disappeared while they put me back together. Went from recovery to my room and was not allowed to go see my son for 6hrs. The longest 6hrs...
Finally I got to visit him and hold him and my god was he gorgeous. We made him. We make gorgeous babies. Words cannot describe how smitten I instantly was. So tiny, so perfect.
We were very fortunate that he did amazing, breathing well. He was a little fighter and he pulled through amazingly well. We stayed in the hospital for 1 week, 6 days for me and 1 more for Aedan, I had a complementary room that day, so grateful for that!

The ride home is terrifying as you try to whisk your baby through the dangers on the road to get to your house. Like his head or and arm would fall off when you stop or make a turn. ^_^ Being home is it! You're doing it and you better learn quickly. Being a preemie he needed to eat every 2 to 3 hrs, NO MATTER WHAT. Until he was full term. I never thought I'd make it, sleeping became a distant memory, feedings went slow and not without problems, making some feedings last an hour, after that I still had to pump every time. By the time one feeding ended the other one came. Recovering from a C-section is no joke either I quickly found out. Feels like they basically cut you in half. Getting out of bed was "excruciating" is the only word that fits.
Somehow you make it through, if you have family or friends around AWESOME! If you don't like in my situation, just duck your head down and plow through. It will get better.
9 months later now, we get some sleep. Peace and quiet is a very distant vague memory.. never to return I'm starting to think.
I love my son more than anything, and as I am planning his soon 1 first birthday party I find the pain of no family and friends here sticking it's head up again.
But like after he was born, I'm going to duck my head down and plow through. Because my son is worth anything and everything.
His 1 birthday will be the most amazing celebration of his life as well as, we've been parents for a whole year...and we all survived. We did it...I did it.


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