I am not amazing and I am not strong. I have done what all mothers try to do for their children and that is the best they can. I have been asked to tell my story so that my experiences may help others. I find the idea of writing about my experience harder than living it. I guess that is because at the time I didn't have time to think about things too much, my kids needed me. I can feel my heart aching and tears welling up just thinking about it, I love my children more than anything in the world and wouldn't change anything about them except the pain they have been and continue to go through. Here is my story.
I always wanted kids, it was my whole dream. When I fell pregnant I was over the moon. I had no morning sickness, in fact I felt fantastic. I loved being pregnant. I got big quick and was wearing maternity clothes proudly made by my mum who was also very excited when I was three months pregnant. By six months I was organising the nursery and booking ante-natal classes. My feet were swollen and I was getting headaches. I had been having all my usual checkups and everything was progressing fine. Then one night I had the worst headache so far and I had no panadol at home. I rang my mum and she came around, she took one look at me and carted me off to the doctors. This is when my nightmare started. I was pregnant not sick. …
