Imagines...

Imagine, phoning home and having the phone answered by your child, only to remember the weeks when you did not know if he could make a sound at all because of the pipe down his throat.

Imagine, having a full conversation with him and remembering when his speech was so delayed and you wondered if he would ever be able to talk properly.

Imagine, watching your child winning his running race at school and remember the months when he battled for every breath - even though he was aided by oxygen.

Imagine, seeing you child taking his huge boxer dog for a walk and remember when his arm was tied down with yet another blood transfusion drip in.

Imagine, spending hours on a computer - because only the people that read this type of mail can imagine what you have been through.

Imagine battling for years to have a baby and no one can give you a reason why.

Imagine bleeding for the first few months of your first pregnancy and no one can tell you why.

Imagine giving birth at 33 weeks and no one tells you that there could be a reason for this.

Imagine falling pregnant again and giving birth at 26 weeks and no one can tell you why.

Imagine finding a lump in your breast at 43 and it is cancerous and someone tells you why.

Imagine finding out that the reason for this lump is probably the same reason for the premature births of your babies.

Imagine if someone had found this reason when you were in your 20's - your whole life could have been different.

Imagine wanting to beat your Gynae over the head for not picking this up - I CAN.

Ina Mom to Gareth 7.5 (born at 33 weeks),
Devin 5 born at 26 weeks,
Wife to Doug and general zoo-keeper to the animals.
Resident of Cape Town, South Africa.