On Sunday 2nd November 2008 I was admitted to hospital having contractions and with it being so early in my pregnancy (only 23 weeks and 2 days) the doctors told us there really was no chance for the babies if they were to be born that night.

It was touch and go for a few days with me in bed, with it tilted head down and feet up. I started to get used to the idea that this is how I would spend the rest of my pregnancy, which I was hoping would be another 3 months.

The view from my hospital window was over Southbank and Brisbane city so I have front row seats for the New Year fireworks. I was determined to stay here for them... little did I know what would happen!


The morning of Sunday 9th November I decided I wasn't feeling right. My temperature started going up and the doctor was called. He checked me out and said that I had a bad infection and that best thing for my life and that of our babies was to deliver them today. I was only 24 weeks and 2 days.

Thankfully I received steroid injections a few days prior to help mature their lungs and decrease the risk of serious problems.


I was rushed off to theatre for an emergency caesarean with Chris and my mum for support. The anaesthetist tried a spinal block, then an epidural but my worse case scenario came true - I had to have a general anaesthetic.

The next thing I was aware of was waking up with Chris standing next to me saying we have 2 beautiful daughters, who had survived the birth and were stable. The first thing I said was "I am a mum!"

After a short time recovering I was wheeled into the Intensive Care Nursery and got my first glimpses of my daughters - Charlotte Elizabeth & Marianne Patricia.

I spent the next week in hospital recovering, and comming to terms with being a first time mum of two very special and extremly tiny babies... The Intensive Care Nursery