Having been married nine months we were surprised but happy to find out I was pregnant with our first child. It took me a while to get used to the idea as I had just begun my career but as the 4-5th month rolled around I eagerly awaited their arrival.

Maybe a little too eagerly, as our son was born at 26 weeks, 2 days after my placenta came off the wall of my uterus, causing me too bleed heavily. My husband and I jumped in the car and speedily made the trip to the hospital, not ready for the little one yet and with no idea of their chances.

We prayed hard in those 24 hours as the baby's heart rate failed a number of times. We felt carried by the prayer of so many friends and family. He was delivered by emergency classical Cesarean section, weighing 2 pounds, 2 ounces.

I was able to begin expressing milk and giving him three hours of kangaroo care a day (very precious time). He went home three weeks before his due date at 37 weeks after 11 weeks in NICU. What an amazing team of people!

Our son grew fast and delighted us with his progress.

When our son was 6 months old (3 months corrected age) I awoke with severe pain in my stomach. Thinking it was a tummy bug I spent the next four hours on the toilet. I felt no relief and began to start feeling very faint. Barely able to walk, I rang the doctor and booked an appointment. I just made it to the door of the doctor's and then collapsed.

The ambulance was rung and the following activities were a little blurry as I went in and out of consciousness. I was told I had a ruptured ectopic pregnancy and I would need an emergency operation. Again I was shaking on the bed as the team of people went to work in a flurry of activity. Again we were covered in prayer as I came within an hour of not making it. They removed my ruptured tube and the 8-week-old little one.

Getting home to my beautiful little son was so special. Family are so precious. It is good to enjoy every day with them. I have played more, said I love you more and just enjoyed life since that experience.

I would love more children but realize that either of these things may happen again, so I am trusting the Lord that he will let me know when to try again. I have all the normal fears of the what if's. But I choose not to dwell on those. Whatever happens, I am truly blessed with my little family.