Well this is it, I have thought about blogging for a little while and even started writting a draft, but was never sure where to start, "Just start at the beginning" one friend suggest "but what beginning" i asked, "The beginning" was my answer
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This blog will be about my experience dealing with the premature birth of my 2 daughters. I have 3 children, Mr K now 13, Miss S now 10 and Miss M now 8. I have just joined the Naughty forties and am only beginning to accept my life as it is and have realised that this is my purpose and i need to accept it as it is  - Warts and all.

I have been married now for 6 yrs and my husband came along when my son was only 15months old. He accepted Mr K as his own and has been involved in Mr K's life he is even his soccer coach and has been for a few years.

After dating each other for 6months we decided to rent a house together and then after about a year we bought a house together, life was looking good. During the settlement period i realised i was pregnant, this was not planned and a complete surprise as we "were being careful" but low and behold, the universe has othe ideas and this was one of them.

I was so excited i told everyone, we were moving into our house and about to start another chapter of our lives, with a child together.  I was alittle stressed at the thought of moving, finances etc what with a new baby and everything but managed to push all that to one side and move into our house.
I remember moving in during the week, it was so exciting finally owning my own home, such a milestone for us all. Then something unexpected happened that would change everything.