Mum did what she always did; got up, went to the gym, came home, put some washing on, had breakfast and waited to see if she would be working.
However, she had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be any normal Thursday.
Something had happened during the night, something trickled between her legs.
Mum didn't know what it was. She thought it was normal pregnancy stuff, but was also worried that it had the potential to be something serious.
She was pretty sure her waters had broken - 9 weeks early.
Dad was working in Sydney. He was going in for an exam.
Mum was on her own and so, she drove herself to hospital. She thought she would be sent home. She wasn't.
She was overcome with fear.
Doctors and nurses came and went; heart rates were monitored; injections were given and canulars put in place. Words like 'ruptured membrane', 'infection', 'breech', 'caesarean' and 'emergency', were thrown around.
All the while, Mum was gripping on to the hope that I would stay put... for just a few more weeks.
Mum was transferred to Sydney, via ambulance.
She was placed in a room and more people came and poked, prodded and stabbed at her. More samples were taken and people came and spoke of things Mum and Dad didn’t understand and didn’t want to comprehend.
None of this was meant to be happening.
Dad drove home. Mum stayed in the hospital.
She was alone, scared, anxious, exhausted and just plain petrified.
Five years ago today is a hard one for Mum and Dad.
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