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Zara-Anne Sealey

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100kms

I'm taking on 3km a day throughout August

I’m fundraising to save little lives this August!

Every day, nine babies and children are lost suddenly or unexpectedly in Australia.

Some families only get minutes or days with their precious little ones. Others never get to see their child take their first breath.

I want to support parents that have experienced this unimaginable heartbreak, and raise funds to help save little lives – that’s why I’m taking on the Red, Set, Go Challenge this August!

Donate to my fundraiser now and you’ll help fund vital research that will save little lives – and provide counselling and support to families that have experienced the devastation of losing a precious baby or child.

I hope you’ll support me with a kind donation today, and help make the world a bright place for the little lives and their families that need it most.

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I’m fundraising to save little lives this August!

Thursday 16th Jul

Every day, nine babies and children are lost suddenly or unexpectedly in Australia.

Some families only get minutes or days with their precious little ones. Others never get to see their child take their first breath.

I want to support parents that have experienced this unimaginable heartbreak, and raise funds to help save little lives – that’s why I’m taking on the Red, Set, Go Challenge this August!

Donate to my fundraiser now and you’ll help fund vital research that will save little lives – and provide counselling and support to families that have experienced the devastation of losing a precious baby or child.

I hope you’ll support me with a kind donation today, and help make the world a bright place for the little lives and their families that need it most.
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Kayne Marcus Conan

Thursday 30th Jul
After a painful Fairwell to Coen in 2009 and the two miscarriages that followed, I received the news I was pregnant again. This news was an emotional tumbleweed of joy, fear, excitement and guilt. Coen would never and could never be replaced, but every fibre of my being ached to finally bring home OUR baby. We had both been blessed with children from previous relationships, but after the loss of COCO, we decided we needed to try again, to give our heartbreaking story a happy ending, and as my pregnancy progressed, we grew more and more comfortable with the fact that this time it would happen. We were to have another son, the name Kayne was chosen, an Irish name meaning 'battle' or 'Fighter,' and little did I know at the time of choosing my youngest son's name exactly how reflective of my little one it would come to be. On 10/07/2010, the day of my baby shower, it happened again, that slight trickle that turned into a gush, the race to the hospital, the doctors, nurses, NICU specialists, machines and the guilt that my body had failed me again, failed my son, and on 14/07 at 28 weeks via emergency C-Section, I became a mother of 6 at only 25. For the next 6 weeks I slipped into a comfortable routine, wake up at 5am to pump, get my other children up dressed, breakfast and dropped at daycare and was at KEMH by 8am to see to my quickly growing lad. With each day that passed, I grew more and more excited for September 12th, not because it was my upcoming 26th birthday but because I was told Kayne was doing so well that he would be home by then, home in his blue bassinet, home with his family, home where he would be loved by all around him instead of strangers. But on 25/08 at 6 weeks old, while I was breastfeeding my boy, I felt a crackle in his chest and I just knew something was wrong I was his mother after all of course I knew but the nurse I told simply shrugged her shoulders saying " that's what happens with cpap babies' That moment will haunt me forever, why didn't I push the issue? Why didn't I say more? Why did I keep quiet? 18 hours later, we were informed it was RSV. At first, we were told Kayne would be given a shot to help minimize the effects of the virus, but that decision was quickly overturned, and I was told it was a waste, and he would be fine. From here, I'll dot point the next and last few days of my little boy's life:

26/08- Diagnosed

27/08- Back in an incubator and on vent

28/08- placed into a medically induced coma (Kayne hadn't opened his eyes all day, well not until he heard his Mumma's voice whisper "I love you, my baby bug"). It was the time I would see my son's beautiful green eyes.

29/08- Transferred to PMH

30/08-The specialists at PMH throw a Hail Mary, one last prayer

01/09- I gave my consent to remove my baby boy from life-support,  Every tests had been run, every effort had been made, he was maxed out on pain meds, his organs were failing, he was in pain, nothing more could be done to save him, So at 7weeks old after fighting with everything he had and truly living up to the name I had chosen for him Kayne Marcus Conan passed away in my arms joining his older brother in heaven and in doing so shattered the broken heart left by the death of his brother just 15months beforehand and it was then that I found my voice, it was in that most painful of moments I decided I would never be silence again, I had Questions and someone was dam well going to give me answers.

Coen Anthony

Thursday 30th Jul
So here you'll find the story of how, at just 24 years old, I became a mother of 5. In February 2009 Me and my husband Anthony discovered we were expecting our first child together, a very unexpected turn of events but the news quickly became something we were both very much looking forwards to and at 18 weeks we were even more overjoyed to hear that I was carrying a son who was to be named Coen, a name chosen for its Aboriginal meaning of 'Thunder' to reflect his father's culture and of course Anthony after his dadda. With this news, I did as most expectant mothers do, I began picking out clothes, chose the theme for Coco's nursery and began preparing for the newest addition to our family. But on 18/06/09 at only 21+6 into my pregnancy, my world was flipped upside down when I felt a gush and my waters broke. Having suffered from PPROM (premature rupture of the membranes) in a previous pregnancy, I knew all too well that this was the start of a very treacherous turn my pregnancy had suddenly entered. Once at KEMH, my pregnancy was assessed, and we were given the hard facts that at under 23 weeks, my pregnancy was not considered viable and I would be unlikely to continue to carry my son for much longer, as with every hour that passed, the risk of infection and therefore the risk to my own life grew greater. I was asked if I wished to terminate. My answer was a hard NO!!!!I chose to continue with my pregnancy, and in making that decision, the doctors in charge of my care administered 2 steroid shots 24 hrs apart to help support the development of Coen's lungs, antibiotics in hopes of warding off infection, so that I could carry my little lad to 23 weeks at least. But on 20/06/09 @ 9:16 pm, with only 22 weeks snuggled in his mother's body, Coen Anthony entered the world as it was deemed too dangerous for me to continue my pregnancy. I was septic, delirious with fever and unable to make my own medical decisions , so the decision was made for me. Coen spent the 1.5 hours he lived in the arms of the parents who would have given anything that was asked of them if it meant their son would live. For 1.5 hours, he knew how deeply loved he was, and I knew how it felt to be his mother, and I will be forever thankful to have had that time with my tiny but perfect little man.