Finding out I was expecting again, I was very surprised. I already have 4 children all born early, Kyle in 1992 at 35wks, Gage in 1994 at 38 wks, Chae in 1995 at 36wks and Hope in 1997 at 37wks. I will be honest in saying that neither I nor my husband Shane were very happy at the start. On the 2nd day I suffered a miscarriage and realised how silly I was, I went for an ultrasound only to reveal I was carrying twins and sadly had lost one. Although I am not a religious person, I do believe things are meant to be. My surviving twin was a blessing.
I had a horrible pregnancy. My last 4 had all run very smoothly. At my 18 weeks scan I was diagnosed with having a low lying placenta. At 20 weeks doctors discovered a Heamatoma between my baby and placenta. At 21 weeks I developed carpel tunnel and on the camping trip at 26 weeks I woke at 2am to a feeling I had wet myself. My waters had never broken by themselves before.
I rested and tried not to stress my baby. At 4am I woke my mother in law who had rang 2 nearby hospitals who both said your not in labour at 26 weeks, so we then drove 2 hours home to my local hospital only to discover I well and truly in labour. I was then rushed to the Royal Women’s Hospital in Brisbane and had an emergency caesarian. My baby daughter Lane was born weighing a tiny 630grams, so fragile and with lots of complications she was given only one percent chance of surviving.
Mother’s instincts though knew better and I knew she was a fighter and would pull through. Lane was in the NICU for 12 weeks, 7 of them being on life support. I had my very first cuddle at day 30, being one of the scariest and happiest days of my life. When Lane finally moved to special care at week 12, I couldn’t be happier. I had only had 2 cuddles in 12 weeks and now I could cuddle when ever I wanted.
At 14 weeks old Lane was transferred to my local hospital 6 minutes away. I would spend every waking hour with her to finally bond. Next came the flurry of oxygen training, bottle feeding with specialist bottles and getting her ready to come home. Finally on week 18 I brought my baby home. It was scary because I had a constant support network at both hospitals but also I finally had my little fighter all to myself.
Lane was a constant visitor to the hospital with specialist appointment, sleep study to turn down her oxygen supply. Finally at 20 moths the oxygen was tossed away and my girl could finally breathe without help. She started walking at 22 moths and constantly kept me on my toes. She could finally explore the world.
Lane has only been in hospital twice, once at 27 weeks old, and at 1 year old. She has had 2 sets of grommets in her ears, hernia surgery at 3 years old. She is 4 years old now and still very small for her age, but an amazing inspiration to all who know her.