Neomai Rubesaame, 21, Brisbane, Qld shares her story below…
Emerging from the bathroom, I re-read the pregnancy test to make sure.
Nervously, I approached my partner, Jon, 52.
It was September 2024, and we’d been together for just over a year.
We weren’t looking to have children as Jon had two grown-up daughters, so I wasn’t sure how he’d react.
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“I’m pregnant,” I blurted.
Gently, he wrapped his arms around me.
“Our baby will be so loved,” he said, smiling.
It was a relief, but I still wondered what my mum, Josephine, 43, would say when I told her.
She was younger than Jon, and even though she knew I was happy with him, she was protective of me.
When they first met, she’d grilled him about why he would want to date someone so much younger.
“Because I love her,” Jon had explained, honestly.
That afternoon, Jon and I went round to her place to break the news.
“Are you sure you’re ready to be a mum?” she replied, sternly.
Jon put his arm around me in support.
“I’ll make sure our little one is well looked after,” he assured her.
For hours, we sat and chatted, and slowly, Mum let her guard down.
She could see that Jon genuinely cared.
Eventually, a smile crept over her face.
“I’m going to be a grandma,” she cried, wrapping us both in a hug.
With her blessing, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders.
After that, my pregnancy was a breeze
Every scan showed bub growing strong and healthy.
At the 20-week scan, the sonographer announced we were having a girl.
“I get to have a mini-me,” I squealed, happy tears soaking Jon’s shirt.
I organised a pink-themed baby shower for three weeks before my due date and sent out invites to family and friends.
In May 2025, at 36 weeks and 4 days, I was cleaning our kitchen when my water broke.
Jon raced me to hospital, and on the way, I texted Mum that I was in early labour.I’m on my way, she replied quickly.
Never one to miss an opportunity for a prank, as I sat in my hospital bed counting contractions, I had an idea.
“Can you get me a baby doll?” I asked the midwives.
They found one, which I wrapped in linen.
When Mum walked into my room and saw me cradling the baby, she gasped.
“Oh Neomai!” she shrieked, cracking up when she realised it was fake.
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But the laughter subsided as my contractions worsened.
After one-and-a-half hours of active labour, our gorgeous girl, Mila, arrived.
Although she only weighed 2.4kg, she was in good health.
“She’s perfect,” I whispered as Jon had his first cuddle.
After we told our close family, I had a realisation.
“The baby shower is in two days, but she’s already here,” I said to Jon.
Still, I didn’t want to miss the chance to celebrate.
I saw an opportunity for another prank.
I told my family to keep the birth a secret and refrain from posting about it online.
On the day of the baby shower, I left little Mila at home with Jon, not wanting to risk her getting sick.
Before I entered the restaurant, I stuffed a wrapped, inflated balloon under my dress to fake a baby bump.
When I walked into the function room, my guests stared, confused.
No longer did I have a pregnancy waddle, and my bump was warped.
It must have looked like I had an alien in my belly!Reaching under my dress, I grabbed the balloon and pulled it out, to gasps.
“Mila was born two days ago!” I laughed.
My stunned guests shrieked in astonishment before laughing.
They were used to my antics.
I shared pictures of my new bub, and even enjoyed a glass of bubbles – rare privileges at a baby shower!
Now, Mila is getting bigger by the day.
And I’m sure she’ll grow up to be just as cheeky as her mum.
