Welcome to our Australia page.
Our chapter leader is Cathie Jackson her is a little about her.
You can contact Cathie via email@babieswithwingsau@gmail.com
After the birth of my first child Rebecca Loren Jackson on 18/9/1987 at 26 weeks weighing 1.6 pounds we endured 4 long months in intensive care before she was eventually allowed home.(A little sidetrack she is now 22 and suffers no side effects). We approached a second pregnancy with caution. My doctor assured us that everything would go fine as he and his staff would be extra cautious. I had ultrasounds every four weeks from the beginning and they monitored by blood pressure closely. 26 weeks came and went and we all breathed a sigh of relief and at 30 weeks I allowed myself to decorate the nursery. At 35 weeks my doctor admitted me to hospital for bed rest. My ultrasound on the morning of 11/3/1991 showed that everything was fine however a second ultrasound the next morning showed that my beautiful baby girl was gone.Labor was educed and on 12/3/1991 Belinda Gail Jackson got her wings. Never to take a single breath.Our world fell apart.My daughter Rebecca would not even look at me, blaming me that her baby sister was never coming home.Every day after that was a blur. I dont even remember the funeral but I do remember crying all the time. I did not want to leave the house and even making the simplest decision was too hard. Then my world was shaken again when I discovered not long after that I was pregnant again.The hardest part of the whole thing was looking into Rebeccas eyes as she asked me "mummy is this baby going to die too". I will remember those words for the rest of my life.That third pregnancy was so stressful and just when I thought that I could relax some reality took a swing once more. On 2/12/1991 Matthew Evan Jackson was born was born at 28 weeks and weighing 2.8 pounds. I did not know how much more I could take. I prayed every day that my sweet little boy would be fine just like his big sister Rebecca. Rebecca and I visited him every day in intensive care as well as grandparents and friends and every day he seemed to do a little better. It was not to be. On 19/1/1992 my sweet little man got his wings and joined his sister Belinda. I was allowed to dress him and I held until he took his last breath.I was so angry. Angry at everyone,myself for letting it happen again, my doctor for letting it happen. I remember going and picking a lovely blue coffin for him and I was able to get the same minister to perform the ceremony that had buried his sister 10 short months before. I felt like life to me was over. One morning as I looked into the sleeping face of my only child Rebecca I remember thinking that God had blessed me with a reason to live and she was that reason. I had one living child and two angel babies. At that time I decided to try help others that had suffered as I did. I volunteered at the local maternity hospital and spoke with other mothers that had angel babies. They tell me that it was a great help because finally someone could say "I know how you feel" and mean it. I have since been blessed with another daughter and son and I know in my heart that my love for my two angel babies will always be strong.
All donation go back to help a parent in your state
Our chapter leader is Cathie Jackson her is a little about her.
You can contact Cathie via email@babieswithwingsau@gmail.com
After the birth of my first child Rebecca Loren Jackson on 18/9/1987 at 26 weeks weighing 1.6 pounds we endured 4 long months in intensive care before she was eventually allowed home.(A little sidetrack she is now 22 and suffers no side effects). We approached a second pregnancy with caution. My doctor assured us that everything would go fine as he and his staff would be extra cautious. I had ultrasounds every four weeks from the beginning and they monitored by blood pressure closely. 26 weeks came and went and we all breathed a sigh of relief and at 30 weeks I allowed myself to decorate the nursery. At 35 weeks my doctor admitted me to hospital for bed rest. My ultrasound on the morning of 11/3/1991 showed that everything was fine however a second ultrasound the next morning showed that my beautiful baby girl was gone.Labor was educed and on 12/3/1991 Belinda Gail Jackson got her wings. Never to take a single breath.Our world fell apart.My daughter Rebecca would not even look at me, blaming me that her baby sister was never coming home.Every day after that was a blur. I dont even remember the funeral but I do remember crying all the time. I did not want to leave the house and even making the simplest decision was too hard. Then my world was shaken again when I discovered not long after that I was pregnant again.The hardest part of the whole thing was looking into Rebeccas eyes as she asked me "mummy is this baby going to die too". I will remember those words for the rest of my life.That third pregnancy was so stressful and just when I thought that I could relax some reality took a swing once more. On 2/12/1991 Matthew Evan Jackson was born was born at 28 weeks and weighing 2.8 pounds. I did not know how much more I could take. I prayed every day that my sweet little boy would be fine just like his big sister Rebecca. Rebecca and I visited him every day in intensive care as well as grandparents and friends and every day he seemed to do a little better. It was not to be. On 19/1/1992 my sweet little man got his wings and joined his sister Belinda. I was allowed to dress him and I held until he took his last breath.I was so angry. Angry at everyone,myself for letting it happen again, my doctor for letting it happen. I remember going and picking a lovely blue coffin for him and I was able to get the same minister to perform the ceremony that had buried his sister 10 short months before. I felt like life to me was over. One morning as I looked into the sleeping face of my only child Rebecca I remember thinking that God had blessed me with a reason to live and she was that reason. I had one living child and two angel babies. At that time I decided to try help others that had suffered as I did. I volunteered at the local maternity hospital and spoke with other mothers that had angel babies. They tell me that it was a great help because finally someone could say "I know how you feel" and mean it. I have since been blessed with another daughter and son and I know in my heart that my love for my two angel babies will always be strong.
All donation go back to help a parent in your state