"The staff on the neonatal unit became such an important part of our lives." Fiona & Lucy's story. #OurNeonatalTeam

In 2005, I was 33 years old and expecting my second daughter. Quite unexpectedly, at just 24 weeks pregnant, my waters broke. I was admitted to Hull Women's and Children's Hospital, where I was closely monitored in the hope that my pregnancy could continue for as long as possible. However, on the morning of 28 October 2005, our baby girl had other ideas.

While being monitored, she spontaneously arrived weighing just 1lb 11oz. I was alone at the time and remember pressing the emergency buzzer before the nurses rushed into the room and whisked this tiny bundle away to receive the specialist care she so desperately needed. My husband wasn't with me when she arrived. The hospital rang him and asked him to come in, but thinking it was simply a routine appointment, he calmly finished his coffee before setting off. Little did he know that our second daughter had already decided she wanted to get the party started and had made her entrance into the world.

The hours, days and weeks that followed were incredibly challenging. My parents were abroad, my husband and I were running a business, and we already had a two-year-old daughter, Nicole, at home. Somehow, with the wonderful support of family and friends, we managed to juggle work, hospital visits and family life.

It certainly wasn't plain sailing. There were setbacks, worries and an awful lot of uncertainty. We couldn't predict what the future would hold, but we knew one thing for certain: our daughter was a fighter. We affectionately called her "Little Lucy". One of the first major milestones came when she reached the 2lb mark. Every ounce she gained felt like a huge victory. Then came the wonderful news that we could finally take her home. The staff on the neonatal unit became such an important part of our lives during those early months. In fact, one of the nurses who cared for Lucy later became her godmother and remains one of my closest friends to this day.

Lucy came home two weeks before her original due date. It was a huge milestone, but the challenges didn't end there. She remained dependent on oxygen for another three months, and there was always the worry that she might suffer a setback. Yet throughout every challenge, Lucy continued to do what she had done since the day she arrived so unexpectedly - she kept fighting.

Thankfully, Lucy grew into a happy, healthy little girl with a larger-than-life personality.

Wanting to give something back, Lucy's dad, Jonathan, completed the Great North Run and raised more than £3,000 for Bliss. Then, when Lucy turned 11, she decided she also wanted to mark this important milestone and raised a further £2,500 by walking the Nidderdale Way.

At the age of 15, Lucy received a trial flying lesson with Yorkshire Aviation at Church Fenton for her birthday. From day one, she was captivated. The instructors inspired and encouraged her, and she quickly became hooked. She did everything she could to earn money for additional flying lessons, and St Peter's School in York was incredibly supportive, allowing her time away from sports lessons to continue her training. At just 16 years old, before she was even legally old enough to drive, Lucy completed her first solo flight over York Minster. By then, she had truly set her sights on the skies.

After completing her A Levels, Lucy left Yorkshire for London at just 18 years of age to turn her passion into a profession, enrolling on a pilot training course with Acron Aviation. I don't think any of us fully appreciated just how demanding the journey would be. The course was academically and practically challenging, but the harder it became, the more determined Lucy grew and the harder she fought.

After completing her ground school training, she travelled to the United States with several other successful cadets to begin the practical flight training required to become a commercial pilot. She later continued her studies in Cork to gain her airline pilot qualifications before eventually returning to Yorkshire. Despite having limited work experience, she secured a role at Leeds East Airport, on the very site where her aviation journey had first begun five years earlier. Lucy remains especially grateful to Nicki, Sally and Chris for giving her that opportunity.

Twenty-one years ago, we were facing uncertainty, fear and countless unanswered questions while watching over a baby who weighed less than 2lbs. Today, that same little girl is living her dream thousands of feet above the ground.

For any parents currently sitting beside an incubator, wondering what the future may hold, our message is simple: never underestimate what these tiny babies can achieve. Sometimes the very best things really do come in little parcels.