On Friday 19th June at 1:31pm Lilyroo Fund Founders Kristie and Pete Lockyer welcomed Lily’s little sister, Phoebe Liliana Lockyer, into the world. She was delivered at the Royal Women’s Hospital weighing 7lbs 1oz (3.4kg) and is 52.5cm long.
Today as I write here in Australia, it is AFL Grand Final day – a huge day for Melbourne. For us, personally, it is 6 months to the day since our beautiful baby girl, Lily, passed away. Yesterday, I took the day off and had a fantastic day at the Reach Foundation Ladies Lunch – a special pre-Grand Final lunch to celebrate women. It was fantastic to support a great charity that helps young people get the most out of life. It was a huge amount of fun and an inspiration for our own fund raising activities.
When I started writing this blog, I knew that this post was going to be the hardest to write: recalling the day my waters unexpectedly broke. Subconsciously I think I’ve been dreading it, knowing that I would have to detail the toughest day Pete and I have ever experienced. However, in order to fully share our story it is important that I revisit it, document it, and by doing so draw a line underneath it.
Three months ago, Rayne Watkin welcomed her second child, Freddy, into the world. In one month, on October 12th, she is running the Melbourne Half Marathon (21.1km) to raise money for the Lilyroo Fund.
We sat down with the Lilyroo Fund’s first official fundraiser to find out a bit more about her…
Hi Rayne, first of all thank you so much for choosing to fund raise for the Lilyroo Fund. For the benefit of those who don’t know you, could you tell us a bit about yourself please?
As mentioned last week, Thursday 17 July was Lily’s due date. Weeks ago we decided to take this day off work and celebrate her life and the precious time we spent with her. It was an emotional but very special day which I’ll talk more about in a later blog post.
Those who have seen me recently know how exhausted I am. I am completely drained and my emotions feel like they’re balancing on a knife edge – the slightest thing can put me in tears. I’ve had to protect myself by keeping my guard up, and some days needed to keep to myself, but have found this near impossible with work and our normal social outings.
As I left you in my last blog post, it was early January; we had passed 12 weeks and were extremely excited about the impending arrival of our first child.
In February I turned 30 and to celebrate Pete organised a night out with friends in the city: eating good food, laughing the night away and for the first time in my, and a number of pregnant friends adult lives, sticking strictly to ‘mocktails’ and waking up the next day feeling fresh! Excitement was growing as our bellies got bigger and I looked forward to the day where we could celebrate and watch our children grow up together as well as support each other through our ‘Readymade Mother’s Group’ (I was 1 of 12 in our extended friendship group, and 1 of 17 women at work who were pregnant).
We’re a pretty healthy couple. We take good care of ourselves and each other and surround ourselves with positive people who share a similar outlook on life.
I’m a 30 year old New Zealander, having moved to Australia in 2006. Pete is 37 years old and emigrated from the UK in 2005. We fell in love with this country and each other and have happily settled here in Melbourne. We met through triathlon in 2007 and were married in February 2012.
We’ve participated in different sports for a large majority of our lives and on any given day you’ll either find us on our bikes, in a pool or running around Melbourne. We’re very proud of what we’ve achieved through sport and believe it has taught us valuable life lessons that have helped mould us into the people we are today.