It started with a pregnancy. I took a simple test and gained that glorious, secret, life-changing news and my world changed in an instant. Like others who have experienced it, my mind snowballed with the dream of all the things that would come. A beautiful big belly, swollen feet, a perfectly neutral nursery with native Australian animal wallpaper! The birth, the first smile, the tiny hands, the whole world - it was mine. And I got just that.
After 40 weeks he joined us. It was the most arduous 38 hours I have ever endured, but he arrived safely. Sebastian, Seb, my sweet Sebby, he was 3.1kg and 51cm of perfect.
He thrived, and grew through all the milestones - the nasty first 12 weeks, the first giggles, exploring food, people, and the world around him. He was on all fours and ready to crawl his way to mischief. With a wicked grin and a glint in his eye, my baby boy was going places.
But now he is not. He died when he was 10 months old. The dream was shattered.