When Victoria lost the waters while I was 19 weeks pregnant, it was not only a shock for me, but it also felt like my world turned into pieces. At that time, I could have given up to the pregnancy, but I chose to have faith and not lose my hopes.
When I was put on bed rest, I could despair missing Maria and my normal life, but I chose to be grateful that Aurora and Victoria have a chance to survive.
When I had to suffer various painful procedures, I could complain and refuse them, but I chose to believe that every great thing requires a sacrifice.
When Aurora and Victoria were born at 28 weeks, I could feel guilty, but I chose to be in peace with myself knowing that I did everything stayed in my forces to keep them in.
When I had to leave them in NICU for eight months, I could feel empty, but I chose to fill my mind with pictures of us reunited.
When Aurora was on respiratory failure, I could crash, but I chose to pray and wait for the best.
When I had to express regularly and suffer for not being able to have the girls at my chest, I could feel exhausted, but I chose to be thankful that I had milk.
When among all the above mentioned, I also had to attend a course and exams, I could see it as another stress factor, but I chose to see it as something that kept me sane.
When I had to see my girls pricked over and over again, I could feel angry, but I chose to keep calm and make sure they know they are not alone.
When Aurora and Victoria came home, I could feel overwhelmed, but I chose to celebrate their achievement and be happy.
The fact that they came home with oxygen and feeding tubes could make me feel inadequate, but I chose to feel powerful.
When girls get to be re-hospitalised, I felt guilty, but I thought I could do things better in future.
When I had to advocate for them, I could feel inferior or shy, but I chose to dare and leave any weaknesses aside.
When Victoria faced feeding aversion, I could have a breakdown, but I chose to be resilient and help her overcome that issue.
When girls were delayed from so many aspects, I could be bothered and compare them with other children, but I chose to see their abilities before anything else.
When they had RSV, I thought everything was lost but they showed us contrary, a lesson that I learnt from.
It still gets hard sometimes, but I look back and think the hardest is gone. May God make it be like that! Thus, seeing things from a positive perspective makes all the difference!