Today is the 1 year anniversary of the Black Saturday bushfires, the worst in Australia's history. I get upset and feel like crying when I see things on TV about it because I very nearly lost family in Kinglake, one of the most devastated towns. My partner's family live in Kinglake and that afternoon his mum called up in terror saying that there was fire on every side and they didn't know if they were going to survive. She said her goodbyes believing that it was the last time she would be able to speak to us.
I was pregnant with Alice at the time and we waited in shock for several hours before we had word that his family had survived. The next morning when day broke and the devastation and death toll began to be revealed, we could not believe how lucky his family had been to live when so many others died. Fire literally came within metres of their home and it was luck that saved them, nothing else.
A few days later, when his family was still trapped in burnt out Kinglake, Alice kicked for the first time and I sent a text message to my partner's mum and she said it gave her such hope and joy.