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An invincible love.


I was recently approached and invited to speak at an upcoming event in Canberra titled INVINCIBLE YOUNG WOMEN OF ADVERSITY. An event dedicated to young women from all reaches of life and backgrounds sharing something in common: an adverse life experience.

Not long after I decided to attend the event, I started to think about what it really means to be invincible and so I looked it up online.

INVINCIBLE

[in-vin-suh-buh l]

Incapable of being conquered, defeated, or subdued.

When I wrote my first blog post a little while back I had contemplated adding one more paragraph, but then I realised it probably deserved a blog post of its own.

They say when you marry someone you are supposed to know without a single doubt in your mind, at that very moment, that the person standing beside you is that special person you just know will stick by you, love you, adore you, care for you, NO MATTER WHAT.

I think its complete bullshit.

It was only in December last year that my husband Colby and I were married. On our wedding day I was approximately 19 weeks pregnant with Georgia and oblivious to the fact there was anything amiss. What I also didn’t realize, or could have possibly appreciated or comprehended at the time, was the true strength of our love. Something I certainly know now.

What Colby and I have been through over the last month is something I can confidently say most couples never have to go through once in their lifetime, let alone within five short months of being married. Forget the honeymoon period. After Georgia’s diagnosis, it was the darkest I’ve ever been, and the darkest Colby has ever seen me. I was vulnerable. As a woman that has always prided herself on being fiercely independent, capable and highly self- motivating, I was lost and feeling extremely reliant on my husband. It scared the shit out of me. For the first time in the six years we had been together, I seriously needed him. I knew that he was holding the very last inch of me together, and he knew it as well. Colby came home one afternoon to me lying on the bed looking aimlessly at the walls. I’d barely moved all day and the way I was feeling at the time can only be described as completely numb. I turned to Colby with a helpless look on my face and bluntly asked: “Am I a bad person?” Without a moment of hesitation he responded: ”No my love, you’re already the best mum.”

If there is one positive to take away from Georgia’s condition at such an early stage, it’s that i now know that Colby and I share an invincible love. What could have broken us, and probably would have broken other couples, has made us invincible.

It doesn’t mean we are perfect. We’re not, and I don’t think there is such a thing if you want to be completely true and honest with yourself. But for me, it's simply reassurance that everything is going to be ok. Regardless of how much Georgia is affected by her condition in the long term, I know that as long as I’ve got Colby’s back, he’s got mine, and we’ve got hers, everything will be ok.

We are now an invincible little family and incapable of being defeated.


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