Help Us Stay with our extremely premmie babies

On Tuesday 3rd Feb I came home from work with terrible cramping. After trying to get through to the hospital to speak to a midwife, Curt decided to take me into the hospital to get checked out. We went straight into a birthing room at Tamworth hospital, the doctor came in and that's where our journey began. On examination I was found to be 4cm dilated with fluid leakage. I was only 24 weeks pregnant with Curt and my first children. Twin boys. I immediately burst into tears and became extremely distressed. "They're too early they'll be too little!" Curt the ever devoted husband tried to console me all the while his heart breaking. The rush was on. The doctors and nurses had to stop me from giving birth while finding somewhere for me to have the babies. After many tense hours, RPA in Sydney accepted us. Curt was told to head home pack the essentials as quickly as he could as we would be flying to Sydney to have the babies.  The trip in the air was one of he most intense flights of my life. I was bursting into tears every few minutes and Curt was anxiously holding onto me trying to summon the strength not to cry himself. It was now Wednesday and we had made it to RPA. By the time they reached RPA the contractions had slowed but the pressure to get these babies happy and to stay inside me was still on. At RPA things proceeded to slow further as they tried to understand what put me into labour. Management was turned down on thursday evening as I hadn't had a contraction for 10 hours. By this time Curt and I had had no sleep through the night being in pain and near hysterical. However it was decided that it was now time to talk about the survival of the twins. A doctor from the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) came into the room and started to talk about the twins and how there would be no judgement if we just let them die in our arms. I instantly became hysterical and no matter how hard Curt tried he could not stop me. We decided, through many tearful sentences, for full resuscitation no matter the stats. Friday morning at 4am I woke to a contraction. From there it was clear there was no more delaying delivery. I was rushed to surgery and was prepared for an emergency ceaser. Given the horrible conversation earlier I burst into tears again as I was wheeled into be prepped. I couldn't bear the thought of seeing my baby boys after the survival talk so said to both Curt and all the staff that I couldnt see the babies after they were born because it would just rip my heart out. At 7.33am our first baby was born into the world at 24 weeks and 2 days weighing 733g. He let out a little cry and i began crying again. Only 2mins later our second son was born weighing 743g. He didn't cry straight away like his brother and my heart sunk. I began crying again but then I heard the little wimper of my son and just lost all control. Curt tried to hold himself together but couldn't control his anxiety and overall fear for his sons with tears streaming down his whole face just trying to stay calm. Both babies and Curt left the operating theatre as I just needed to be closed. Curt was so tired he didn't think not to look over the partition. He was shocked to see the love of his life open and on full display. Id lost 1.2L of blood and the numbing agent was making me shake. He was already having a tough time leaving me and this didn't make it any easier. Once I made it back to the ward I was reunited with Curt who had followed our 24 week old twins to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). He then went on to tell me how terrifying all the lights, beeps and people rushing around were. He saw the babies and tried to tell me about them cupping his hands in front of him and just couldnt. He just choked up and started crying. Curt had taken photos to show me but i was far to upset to see them. I still couldn't believe what had happened and was far too worried about getting attached to them as I was and still am scared of losing them but I still care, I can't not, i care the world for them Later that Friday I was wheeled down on my bed to see our babies. I still wasn't sure i could see them as I was still very fragile and burst into tears at the drop of a hat. The twins were tiny, hooked up to every lead and machine under the sun and separated. This broke me and I began to cry uncontrollably again. These poor little babies have to stay in NICU for at least the next 3 months. Curt and myself live over 500km away on our farm that is as dry as dry, no stock and now no babies to take home. I need to be at the hospital to pump milk every 3 hours and Curt needs to see his children. Accommodation is going to cost about $1000 a week and neither myself nor Curt will be working in  this time. Curt because there's no work because of the drought and me because my new job is being the best mum I can be for my boys. We need your help to pay for accommodation so that they we both stay together to support each other and be there for the babies. To remain together as a family. Please help we have nowhere to go! The drought has been a long and tough one and this long and tough journey is only just starting.