I’ve mentioned before about a lovely group of friends I’ve made from a forum of mums expecting bubs in December 2010.
There is one special friend I made, who ended up playing a very important role in my life.
Kirsty’s waters broke at 22 weeks, and her little miracle girl Imogen was born at 26 weeks. So teeny tiny, but such a fighter. I followed updates of how Kirsty and Imogen were going, amazed at their strength, and Immie’s progress.
Then, at 31.5 weeks, my waters broke. As we drove into the hospital, despite my pounding heart, I thought of Immie. My husband and I reassured each other. At nearly 32 weeks, we were fairly certain that our little one would be OK.
Over the next couple of days, as I spoke to family and friends about Milla’s imminent arrival, I told them about my friend, who’s beautiful bub was born at 26 weeks, and how well she was doing. Milla had eight weeks longer to ‘cook’. As much as I hated that Kirsty and Immie had to go through all of this, knowing their story gave me strength and confidence to deal with the fact that I was about to have my own little premmie. I know I would have been so much more afraid, if I had not been following their journey. I am eternally grateful for Kirsty, sharing her experience with us.
After Milla’s birth, I received so much support from Kirsty, as we discussed NICU, desats, B1’s, C-paps, all the medical jargon that you couldn’t understand unless you were living it. We understood each others highs and lows. We understood the feeling of jealousy of a ‘normal’ pregnancy; as we heard about the other mums in our group holding baby showers, going on maternity leave, growing bigger and bigger. We messaged each other to say how pissed off we were when one mum in the group told Kirsty that ‘they were jealous of her because she got to have her baby now, whilst they were still waiting’ (I mean, seriously??)
As time went on, and our babies grew, we discussed ‘secret premmie business’, that mums of term babies just couldn’t understand. The health problems, the developmental delays, the set backs. Despite never having met each other, we became firm friends.
When I was planning my surprise wedding, Kirsty was one of the few that knew about it (being in a different state, it didn’t count!) She gave me the most amazing wedding present, which I was so grateful for. She had even hoped to fly down for the wedding, but unfortunately had last minute work commitments.
I know that she has my back, and has stood up for me when so many others didn’t.
What started as a friendship based around our mutual situations with our premmie babies, has grown into a genuine, true friendship. We have shared many ups and downs together, and finally, this weekend, we will meet face to face. I am leaving hubby and toddler at home, and flying to Adelaide on Saturday for the weekend.
I am so excited to finally meet a person who has meant so much to me in the last few years. I cannot wait to meet the little miracle Imogen, and of course her gorgeous older brother. Despite being a little nervous, I know we will get on just as well in person as online, I know there will be a lot of laughter, and maybe the odd moment of ‘running amok’… And as much as I will miss my little family, it will be a nice break for me to recharge.
So bring on the weekend! I absolutely cannot wait!! xx