We spent our first night as a family. Brendan was 6 weeks old and came home weighing 2090 grams. I'm quite emotional right now, can't believe how fast the last 3 years have one, yet it feels like it's dragging too. Brendan amazes me everyday with just how far he has come.

3 years ago I thought everything was perfect and I had not a worry in the world. I thought that Brendan was just like any other baby now, just a bit little... how wrong was I?! Our health system frustrates me that we can't get the help we need to move on. We are currently in limbo with the local therapists not sure on how to go about things (they generally don't deal with prems) and waiting ages on appointments to come up in Perth.

I want what every other parent wants and that's what's best for my child and it sucks that I couldn't even give him the best start to life, it sucks that he has to struggle to be where he is today. I watch as other kids around us breeze through and excel while Brendan struggles and falls further behind.

It would be nice to tick of one thing to move on to another, but this tunnel is a long one...

Sorry for the ramblings, had to get it out. xx