This time four years ago, I was sitting beside a cot in the Special Care Unit of a Brisbane hospital. In the cot across from Elsie was another 24-weeker, little Stephanie, with her mum, Tara.
In the same room in Special Care and both housed in Ronald McDonald House, we shared very closely the ups and downs of each others’ everyday lives at that time.
Fast forward four years, and back in Victoria, we were very lucky this week to see this:
Our northern friends were in Victoria and we got to see our four-year-olds, perfectly healthy and perfectly happy (except for the onslaught of tears over the tiniest things, caused by their talking and giggling in the bedroom well into the night).
If I was starting to mope or complain about petty details in my daily life, I was reminded this week, seeing Steph and Elsie together, of the miracle of life and the fortune in ours.