Ingrid Laguna never did things the easy or traditional way - she was a wild young girl with a tumultuous family life, and spent much of her young adulthood rebelling against conformism, playing in an all-girl band and travelling around Australia, before marrying Ben and going to live in Alice Springs. Pregnancy didn't come easy either but, after several attempts at IVF, Ingrid finally fell pregnant. But when she went into premature labour at 23 weeks and her twin sons were born - each weighing about the same as a pat of butter and small enough to fit into the palm of her hand - she had to call on all her reserves of strength and stubbornness to see the journey through and be the mother that her sons needed.
This is an earthy, honest and heart-breaking memoir about what it means to love: the fierce, almost visceral way in which we love our children and the terrible powerlessness and torment involved when there is fear of losing a child. Yet despite the pain and anguish, Ingrid's memoir is at its heart about how we can experience unimaginable difficulty - and still somehow find the spirit to come through blazing with love and optimism and even a kind of joy.
