Now, this might seem strange to some people. I was afraid to look after my own kids, not afraid of something happening, but that I might not be able to do the job properly.
Not so long ago, Rosey took a day’s leave and I was left alone to look after the kids and it was just fine. But this time it will be a whole week, whole day, day and night. Just the thought of it, tightened my stomach.
Now, that the week is over and I think back, it was soooo much fun and not as bad as I would have thought. I loved every minute of it. We had a difficult moment or two, but overall it was GREAT!!! My girls are just so amazing, what did I expect?
Of course we had some misshapen, like Bianca falling off the couch, ended up with one hell of a shiner. Caitlin did an Olympic stunt out of the cot. And something very grouse but happens everywhere, in every home, someone number 2’d in the bath and by the time I got there I do not know who did it, but Bianca loved the water. GROUSE!!!!!
Anyway, this was such a nice week, we had so much fun. I have realized how much I do miss the girls when I am at work. But also how much I love going to work. Hats off to all mothers at home looking after their own children, I salute you, but envy you a little bit as well.
Friday, 17 August 2012
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Love between sisters
So this morning, busy franticly to organize everything for my visit with my Area Manager, Rosey sends me these 2 pictures. My speed is broken and tears ran to my eyes. How special!! To witness the love between these two sisters. We are just so blessed.
Monday, 16 July 2012
Stupid comments
Now people, if you think you’ve heard it all, you have heard nothing yet........................
If you are like me, that get extremely quickly irritated by dumb people asking kak questions, this one is for you.
So for this exercise, please bear in mind that Rosey is a big part of my life, we do alot together, that I am white and Rosey not. And most of these scenes are playing of in the mall. All 3 the girls are usually dressed exactly the same and usually in pink.
1. “Dis darem ‘n wit baba?” Commented an older, white lady to her husband, while walking behind Rosey. On which Rosey will reply: “Ja, die pa is wit.”
2. “Is dit ‘n 3ling?” Nee tannie, ek het die 4de eenetjie opgeeet oppad mall toe, was net so honger, kon myself nie help nie.
3. “Is dit almal dogtertjes?” Nee, ek hou daarvan om my seuntjies in pienk aan te trek?
4. All dressed the same.............”Ag, my moeder, 2 dogtertjies en ‘n seuntje!” Rerig?
Really people, enough with all the questions. Just take a deep breath and focus and you will see that this is 3, not 1, not 2, but 3 GIRLS. Please note the pink.
So for this exercise, please bear in mind that Rosey is a big part of my life, we do alot together, that I am white and Rosey not. And most of these scenes are playing of in the mall. All 3 the girls are usually dressed exactly the same and usually in pink.
1. “Dis darem ‘n wit baba?” Commented an older, white lady to her husband, while walking behind Rosey. On which Rosey will reply: “Ja, die pa is wit.”
2. “Is dit ‘n 3ling?” Nee tannie, ek het die 4de eenetjie opgeeet oppad mall toe, was net so honger, kon myself nie help nie.
3. “Is dit almal dogtertjes?” Nee, ek hou daarvan om my seuntjies in pienk aan te trek?
4. All dressed the same.............”Ag, my moeder, 2 dogtertjies en ‘n seuntje!” Rerig?
Really people, enough with all the questions. Just take a deep breath and focus and you will see that this is 3, not 1, not 2, but 3 GIRLS. Please note the pink.
Friday, 13 July 2012
Romantic Love
So when one first meets your "soulmate" you are entirely, utterly in love and your whole world will just collapse without that one special person.
So keeping this in mind, I found something that I have written a long, long time ago, for my now husband, but then romatic love.
"Ek maak my oe toe, en my hart klop...........kan jy dit hoor? Ek voel jou arms om my, dit trek nader. Tyd staan stil. Ek voel opgewonde, senuweeagtig, 16. Dan kom dit bymekaar en ek kan dit nie stop nie. Ek wil nie he dit moet nie. Lippe so sag teen myne, haal my hart uit, sit dit in joune, hou dit vas, dis 'n roler coaster. Maar tog so lekker. Ek voel jou passie en sien 'n bietjie van jou siel. Ek hou daarvan."
So keeping this in mind, I found something that I have written a long, long time ago, for my now husband, but then romatic love.
"Ek maak my oe toe, en my hart klop...........kan jy dit hoor? Ek voel jou arms om my, dit trek nader. Tyd staan stil. Ek voel opgewonde, senuweeagtig, 16. Dan kom dit bymekaar en ek kan dit nie stop nie. Ek wil nie he dit moet nie. Lippe so sag teen myne, haal my hart uit, sit dit in joune, hou dit vas, dis 'n roler coaster. Maar tog so lekker. Ek voel jou passie en sien 'n bietjie van jou siel. Ek hou daarvan."
Thursday, 12 July 2012
Our first year
I have to admit, at some stage I thought I wouldn’t make it. I might run away. Very quickly I found out that this is a totally normal reaction.
Not much longer after this event we found ourselves in our first hospital outing. Bianca had ear infection almost every second week and the decision were made to give her grommets. It was a very long, emotional day, but we survived. And she did better than expected. We, as parents can blow something like this right out of the water, putting much more stress upon ourselves than needed. She was such a strong girl. And this small operation changed our world.
December came with much excitement. It started with my dear God parents that came to visit all the way from Namibia. We had so much laughs. And ended in a slight chaotic first Barnard Christmas day. The girls were absolutely gorgeous! But on Christmas night we landed up with Bianca in hospital again. This time what was diagnosed as a stomach flu ended up to be bladder infection.
First week in the New Year we went to Cape Town for our first family holiday. It was great. We walked around at the V&A Waterfront, shopped and just took a break even if it was only for an hour. At this time we also realized that children will not die when they are screaming themselves to sleep. The parents on the other hand might not make it. The same month we found out a dear friend of mine is pregnant with her first baby. What a miracle! After strongly believing and being told by multiple doctors that she will never conceive a miracle was show. We also had my God Childs second Birthday, and Megan enjoyed that Barney Birthday cake so much.
Not much longer after this, I went for my first maintenance operation. I carried so much weight with my pregnancy that I had trouble with my left knee and had to go for a scope where they removed some bone. I had an extreme fear of this operation, but after going to trauma counselling, I went into theatre very relaxed and experienced the easiest operation I have ever had.
So April didn’t just start off with the great news of one of our friends, after 10 years, fell pregnant with twins. But I also started planning, planning our first Birthday party!! The cake! The party packs! The outfits! The invitations! So early in May we had the girl’s first Birthday party and it was just perfect. The girls enjoyed it. As well as the children that actually had a clue about what was happening. And once again I realised that we plan more than enjoying the day. It all just went by so quickly. So soon we will be planning number 2.
Strange how things work out. I went for my 1 year check up at the Gynagologists offices and found out that I will be able to fall pregnant naturally and maybe even have another set of triplets. I was producing so many eggs. But just 2 years prior I wasn’t producing any. Strange.
I had my first Mothers Day in Hout Bay, Cape Town, followed by a week’s holiday. I visited some friends and family. Was a very nice experience.
Cannot wait to see what will happen within the next year..............what a blessing!!!
Our year started off with Bianca getting Bronchitis within the first 2 months, which was a scary ordeal, as this was my first sick child and I was so afraid that something might happen to her. But after being at the Pediatrition and receiving a nebuliser, anti-biotics and meds we were doing well and survived our first sick child. Now, at this stage, one will think that I had a slight idea as to what might still be coming. Believe you me, you have no idea. The shit is still about to hit the fan.
I went back to work July 2012, the girls being 4 days short of 2 months, I didn’t have any other choice, we needed my full income and my assistant was busy resigning, so we needed a new, fresh face at the office and I was the one to do it. In some way, I was also relieved to be going back to work, I loved my girls from day 1, but those small babies weren’t for me. I needed some of my own space. And of course one’s afraid to leave the girls with anyone when you go to work, but Rosey love them just as much as we do.
While doing interviews, being a new parent and trying to keep head above water in my life, my husband phoned me with the most exciting news ever. Now before I tell you, I searched all avenues when the girls were born. I didn’t breast feed so I phoned Parmalat and asked what are the changes for a donation or otherwise just better prices if we’re willing to buy in bulk? Parmalat, the perfect company, very quickly told me that breast feeding is the best thing for your babies so they do not promote by donations or any other form of support, we must breast feed. Just there and then I thought: “the idiot that made that decision must be a man!!!” Every mother wants or would like to try to breast feed, but what about mothers like me or mothers that just don’t have the tools? I also phoned Government and found out they will give us subsidy if it was 4 babies, damn, missed it by 1.
“WE RECEIVED A DIAPER SPONSORSHIP OF 5 000 DIAPERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Heaven rained upon us. The wonderful Heather Park Spar in George was so generous with this sponsor. Do you have any idea how much diapers 5 000 are? We had diapers EVERYWHERE in our house, under the girl’s cots, in the spare room cupboards, the girl’s cupboards, everywhere. And this lasted us until about May 2012, so almost a year. I am experiencing much difficulty getting into the habit of buying diapers now. It’s like the first time.
After this excitement myself, my sister and mother decided on a girl’s night at my sister’s house. All the men were looking after the triplets. We didn’t have a major one, just some red wine and pizzas, but it’s always so nice to get out of the house and just be you, a person. Not a mother, not a wife, just me!! We slept over, which was also great.
Then we decided it was time to have a photo shoot or two. I have a very dear friend of mine that took photos of the girls when they were about 4 months old. And not much longer after that we took our first big family photo’s, my parents, my sister and her family and my new family, we had so much fun. And the girls where just gorgeous. Caitlin fell asleep in her dad’s arms while busy with the photos’. Shame!!
All wasn’t just laughs; we had one hell of a weekend, somewhere around the same time. It started with friends of my hubby that stayed with us, but had to do shows all over George and surrounding areas. While the men were being chauffeured between the different venues. Things at home started to get a bit out of hand. I think it started on Thursday night with just a bad sleeping night, but by Sunday we had 3 screaming babies. I think I was screaming the loudest. First thing Monday morning, with black circles around our eyes, we pitched up at the Paediatricians offices. It ended up that all the girls had the flu and ear infections. What a weekend! Strange how these things always happen on weekends. The vicious cycle with something like this, is that even the parents don’t get to eat or sleep. When the time presents itself to do either one of the two, all you want to do is sleep, but you need to eat to keep the energy levels up. During the rest of the year we experienced some more difficult nights, but not as bad as this weekend. All in the name of parenthood.
Support Groups – I attended some of the local mum support groups, but found it wasn’t for me. First of all most of the mums only had 1 baby, which took me somewhat out of the equation. And the multiple support groups weren’t for me either. Most of the mothers had twins and was about a year older than my girls, so I felt I couldn’t relate so much as to what they were talking about. I did however realize how lucky we were to have healthy babies from day 1.
Media & the public – when having multiples a couple of things need to be understood. The public and media might be supportive or even nosy. Either way, they want the whole scoop. How we are doing, how we are coping, etc, etc. So we did a couple of public photo shoot. The first one in the hospital, the day before we went home. The second one when we received the diaper sponsorship. And the third one was more recently for the Fathers day edition. The public on the other hand do not realize that we have more children than parents, but the parents have the same fears as a parent with only one or two babies. We also have the fear of losing a child. A child being stolen or even kidnapped. Now for some or other reason, most of the people think that it’s okay to pick your child up, without parent permission. But hey, this is just another bridge to cross. And honestly, I am battling with this one. But while doing all these pictures a very nice lady offered to do the Baby Gym sessions with us, after much deliberation we agreed and enjoyed it allot. I think it was just something nice and different to do with the family. And the girls even graduated.
I went back to work July 2012, the girls being 4 days short of 2 months, I didn’t have any other choice, we needed my full income and my assistant was busy resigning, so we needed a new, fresh face at the office and I was the one to do it. In some way, I was also relieved to be going back to work, I loved my girls from day 1, but those small babies weren’t for me. I needed some of my own space. And of course one’s afraid to leave the girls with anyone when you go to work, but Rosey love them just as much as we do.
While doing interviews, being a new parent and trying to keep head above water in my life, my husband phoned me with the most exciting news ever. Now before I tell you, I searched all avenues when the girls were born. I didn’t breast feed so I phoned Parmalat and asked what are the changes for a donation or otherwise just better prices if we’re willing to buy in bulk? Parmalat, the perfect company, very quickly told me that breast feeding is the best thing for your babies so they do not promote by donations or any other form of support, we must breast feed. Just there and then I thought: “the idiot that made that decision must be a man!!!” Every mother wants or would like to try to breast feed, but what about mothers like me or mothers that just don’t have the tools? I also phoned Government and found out they will give us subsidy if it was 4 babies, damn, missed it by 1.
“WE RECEIVED A DIAPER SPONSORSHIP OF 5 000 DIAPERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Heaven rained upon us. The wonderful Heather Park Spar in George was so generous with this sponsor. Do you have any idea how much diapers 5 000 are? We had diapers EVERYWHERE in our house, under the girl’s cots, in the spare room cupboards, the girl’s cupboards, everywhere. And this lasted us until about May 2012, so almost a year. I am experiencing much difficulty getting into the habit of buying diapers now. It’s like the first time.
After this excitement myself, my sister and mother decided on a girl’s night at my sister’s house. All the men were looking after the triplets. We didn’t have a major one, just some red wine and pizzas, but it’s always so nice to get out of the house and just be you, a person. Not a mother, not a wife, just me!! We slept over, which was also great.
Then we decided it was time to have a photo shoot or two. I have a very dear friend of mine that took photos of the girls when they were about 4 months old. And not much longer after that we took our first big family photo’s, my parents, my sister and her family and my new family, we had so much fun. And the girls where just gorgeous. Caitlin fell asleep in her dad’s arms while busy with the photos’. Shame!!
Support Groups – I attended some of the local mum support groups, but found it wasn’t for me. First of all most of the mums only had 1 baby, which took me somewhat out of the equation. And the multiple support groups weren’t for me either. Most of the mothers had twins and was about a year older than my girls, so I felt I couldn’t relate so much as to what they were talking about. I did however realize how lucky we were to have healthy babies from day 1.
Media & the public – when having multiples a couple of things need to be understood. The public and media might be supportive or even nosy. Either way, they want the whole scoop. How we are doing, how we are coping, etc, etc. So we did a couple of public photo shoot. The first one in the hospital, the day before we went home. The second one when we received the diaper sponsorship. And the third one was more recently for the Fathers day edition. The public on the other hand do not realize that we have more children than parents, but the parents have the same fears as a parent with only one or two babies. We also have the fear of losing a child. A child being stolen or even kidnapped. Now for some or other reason, most of the people think that it’s okay to pick your child up, without parent permission. But hey, this is just another bridge to cross. And honestly, I am battling with this one. But while doing all these pictures a very nice lady offered to do the Baby Gym sessions with us, after much deliberation we agreed and enjoyed it allot. I think it was just something nice and different to do with the family. And the girls even graduated.
So November started and I was a busy bee organising dresses and outfits for the Christening of the girls. What a very special moment. To thank God for the wonderful gifts that he has given us. And a beautiful occasion to share with friends and family.
Not much longer after this event we found ourselves in our first hospital outing. Bianca had ear infection almost every second week and the decision were made to give her grommets. It was a very long, emotional day, but we survived. And she did better than expected. We, as parents can blow something like this right out of the water, putting much more stress upon ourselves than needed. She was such a strong girl. And this small operation changed our world.
December came with much excitement. It started with my dear God parents that came to visit all the way from Namibia. We had so much laughs. And ended in a slight chaotic first Barnard Christmas day. The girls were absolutely gorgeous! But on Christmas night we landed up with Bianca in hospital again. This time what was diagnosed as a stomach flu ended up to be bladder infection.
First week in the New Year we went to Cape Town for our first family holiday. It was great. We walked around at the V&A Waterfront, shopped and just took a break even if it was only for an hour. At this time we also realized that children will not die when they are screaming themselves to sleep. The parents on the other hand might not make it. The same month we found out a dear friend of mine is pregnant with her first baby. What a miracle! After strongly believing and being told by multiple doctors that she will never conceive a miracle was show. We also had my God Childs second Birthday, and Megan enjoyed that Barney Birthday cake so much.
Not much longer after this, I went for my first maintenance operation. I carried so much weight with my pregnancy that I had trouble with my left knee and had to go for a scope where they removed some bone. I had an extreme fear of this operation, but after going to trauma counselling, I went into theatre very relaxed and experienced the easiest operation I have ever had.
So April didn’t just start off with the great news of one of our friends, after 10 years, fell pregnant with twins. But I also started planning, planning our first Birthday party!! The cake! The party packs! The outfits! The invitations! So early in May we had the girl’s first Birthday party and it was just perfect. The girls enjoyed it. As well as the children that actually had a clue about what was happening. And once again I realised that we plan more than enjoying the day. It all just went by so quickly. So soon we will be planning number 2.
Strange how things work out. I went for my 1 year check up at the Gynagologists offices and found out that I will be able to fall pregnant naturally and maybe even have another set of triplets. I was producing so many eggs. But just 2 years prior I wasn’t producing any. Strange.
I had my first Mothers Day in Hout Bay, Cape Town, followed by a week’s holiday. I visited some friends and family. Was a very nice experience.
Cannot wait to see what will happen within the next year..............what a blessing!!!
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Different Angels among us
Over the past 2 years I have heard some amazing stories. Stories that I will think of as 2012 fairy tales. At the same time thinking back about my own experience, I wonder where/when we would have drawn the line.
1. Amazing fairy tale of 2 of my friends going through the adoption process. Just within that fairy tale there are a couple of angels.
Like the adopting mother and father, I salute you! That your heart is just soooo big to accommodate a little girl that will need so much love.
And at the same time, I get tears in my eyes for the mother losing her baby and the newborn who hasn’t asked for any of this.
All of these angels strangely need one another.
These are the loving angels.
2. We heard horrific stories of multiples landing up in ICU and only going home weeks, sometimes months after they’ve been born. The parents couldn’t be able to hold the babies and give them the love that they need. Brothers and sisters being split and need to survive on their own, after being so used to being together for weeks. When I listen to these remarkable people, the doctors that assisted them, I can only think, that God has chosen these parents for a different reason.
And they are the strong angels.
3. My husband had an exceptional experience on that dreadful Monday. While waiting outside the ICU room and doctors fighting drastically inside. A man came to him and told him: “She will be fine.” My husband didn’t know this man. He didn’t work at the hospital. What seemed strange at that moment, thinking back, this was God’s right-hand-man.
The faithful and encouraging angels.
Walk with open eyes through the passages of life, because you might walk past an angel and not notice him/her.
You might not see the wings, but it surely is there.
"God's Wings
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. the loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.
"He will cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you will find refuge."
(Psalm 91:4)
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have."
1. Amazing fairy tale of 2 of my friends going through the adoption process. Just within that fairy tale there are a couple of angels.
Like the adopting mother and father, I salute you! That your heart is just soooo big to accommodate a little girl that will need so much love.
And at the same time, I get tears in my eyes for the mother losing her baby and the newborn who hasn’t asked for any of this.
All of these angels strangely need one another.
These are the loving angels.
2. We heard horrific stories of multiples landing up in ICU and only going home weeks, sometimes months after they’ve been born. The parents couldn’t be able to hold the babies and give them the love that they need. Brothers and sisters being split and need to survive on their own, after being so used to being together for weeks. When I listen to these remarkable people, the doctors that assisted them, I can only think, that God has chosen these parents for a different reason.
And they are the strong angels.
3. My husband had an exceptional experience on that dreadful Monday. While waiting outside the ICU room and doctors fighting drastically inside. A man came to him and told him: “She will be fine.” My husband didn’t know this man. He didn’t work at the hospital. What seemed strange at that moment, thinking back, this was God’s right-hand-man.
The faithful and encouraging angels.
Walk with open eyes through the passages of life, because you might walk past an angel and not notice him/her.
You might not see the wings, but it surely is there.
After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. the loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live.
"He will cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you will find refuge."
(Psalm 91:4)
Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have."
5 Tips
1. Be Willing – instead of pointing finger at your spouse, take responsibility for the attitudes and behaviours you can change in your own life. Let down your defences and listen attentively to each other. Honestly admit your mistakes. Apologize and ask your spouse for forgiveness. The words, I’m sorry for.” Can turn the tide on a stormy relationship.
2. Be Hopeful – Believe that your marriage can be saved. Unite together to work on your relationship. Agree to pray together for one or two minutes each day for the next 30 days; asking God to help you save your marriage. Remember, the greatest source of true hope is found in an open Bible.
3. Be Resourceful – Confide in a trusted friend, mentor, or wise pastor who can help. It isn’t necessary to broadcast your troubles to everyone, but telling one or two people who will encourage your reconciliation is vital. Seek the advice of a mature couple who’ve been through the fire and come out stronger.
4. Be Patient – The troubles in your marriage didn’t just happen overnight. Therefore, it’s going to take some time and effort to get your marriage back on the right track. Honour the process of restoring your relationship. Don’t rush to take action against your spouse by starting legal proceedings that will divide you. Instead, patiently pursue reconciliation.
5. Be Faithful – Sometimes when a relationship is unsatisfying, it’s tempting to seek pleasure elsewhere. No matter how these things might feel, the arms of another person, spending large sums of money, drinking excessively, or indulging in pornography will not bring you lasting satisfaction. Make a conscious decision to remain faithful to God, your spouse, and your family. Spend your life wisely by coping with your difficulties in healthy ways.
2. Be Hopeful – Believe that your marriage can be saved. Unite together to work on your relationship. Agree to pray together for one or two minutes each day for the next 30 days; asking God to help you save your marriage. Remember, the greatest source of true hope is found in an open Bible.
3. Be Resourceful – Confide in a trusted friend, mentor, or wise pastor who can help. It isn’t necessary to broadcast your troubles to everyone, but telling one or two people who will encourage your reconciliation is vital. Seek the advice of a mature couple who’ve been through the fire and come out stronger.
4. Be Patient – The troubles in your marriage didn’t just happen overnight. Therefore, it’s going to take some time and effort to get your marriage back on the right track. Honour the process of restoring your relationship. Don’t rush to take action against your spouse by starting legal proceedings that will divide you. Instead, patiently pursue reconciliation.
5. Be Faithful – Sometimes when a relationship is unsatisfying, it’s tempting to seek pleasure elsewhere. No matter how these things might feel, the arms of another person, spending large sums of money, drinking excessively, or indulging in pornography will not bring you lasting satisfaction. Make a conscious decision to remain faithful to God, your spouse, and your family. Spend your life wisely by coping with your difficulties in healthy ways.
The Warrior Wife
Everybody knows marriage is difficult, particularly if you don't put the time and effort into building a strong foundation. It gets easier with time, but during the process of growing into mature, selfless spouses, marriage requires a will to fight for the union. Marriage is not for the weak-minded of soft-hearted. Marriage is for warriors. To be a warrior-wife you must be willing to go to war for your marriage. This doesn't mean you are paranoid about something going wrong. What it means is that you take proactive steps to strengthen the marriage bond and protect your family from negative influences. So, if and when trouble comes, your marriage will withstand hard times.
1. A prayer warrior: a wife who knows the power of prayer. She intercedes for her husband and children. She doesn't wait for hard times to pray; she prays in good times and in bad times. When her husband needs prayer, he asks his wife because he knows she has a deep relationship with God. Her prayers soothe and comfort her family. They rebuke evil and cast out negativity. They declare goodness and favour in their lives. Not only does she pray, but she also believes what she prays.
2. A worship warrior: a wife is not afraid to praise and worship God. She knows where her help comes from, and she expresses her gratefulness wherever and whenever the Spirit moves her. "Thank you, Lord", is her praise song.
3. A word warrior: a wife who uses her words to speak life and wisdom to her husband and children. She knows how to encourage herself and her family in the Lord. Her words heal, comfort, and correct with love. On the other hand, she doesn't hesitate to speak in defence of her family when others try to harm them. She knows her tongue is a mighty weapon, so she uses it wisely.
4. A mother warrior: A wife who doesn't play when it comes to her children. She teaches them about God, about respect from themselves, and about the importance of family. A mother-warrior believes her role as a mother is a divine responsibility and that God will hold her accountable for how she rears her children. As such, she does whatever it takes to make sure her children feel safe and loved; are fed and clothed; and are educated properly.
5. A financial warrior: a wife who can take a few dollars and make a meal that tastes like a million bucks. She doesn't complain about what the family doesn't have; instead, she knows how to make do with what they do have. She plans for rainy days and helps her husband provide for the family.
6. A discernment warrior: a wife with a sixth sense to see and feel what's good and what's bad for the marriage. Because she prays regularly and hears from God, she can sense when someone has malicious intentions towards her family or when someone is a genuine friend.
7. A household warrior: a wife who protects the peace and sanctity of the home. She doesn't allow negativity to infiltrate the home environment because she knows the home should be the safest place in the world for her family.
8. A sexual warrior: a safe who isn't afraid to enjoy physical intimacy with her husband. She initiates sex and enjoys pleasing her husband. When the love life goes lacking or gets monotonous, she steps up to re-energize things.
9. A confidence warrior: a wife who makes her man feels like he can do anything he sets his mind to. She is a constant encourager who believes in her husband when he doesn't believe in himself.
10. A purpose-driven warrior: a wife who knows that God has a purpose for her marriage. She's willing to fight for it when others say she should give up. She partners with her husband to achieve their marriage and family goals. Her motto is "Let's do this!" I want to encourage you to embrace the warrior inside of you. As wives and future-wives, we don't have to accept whatever life throws at us. God made us in His image, which means we have the power to create the marriages and lives we deserve.
Every woman has a warrior on the inside of her. That’s why “a man finds a wife, finds a treasure and has favour with the Lord” (Proverbs 18:22) that treasure is his warrior-wife who is not afraid to fight for their love!!!
1. A prayer warrior: a wife who knows the power of prayer. She intercedes for her husband and children. She doesn't wait for hard times to pray; she prays in good times and in bad times. When her husband needs prayer, he asks his wife because he knows she has a deep relationship with God. Her prayers soothe and comfort her family. They rebuke evil and cast out negativity. They declare goodness and favour in their lives. Not only does she pray, but she also believes what she prays.
2. A worship warrior: a wife is not afraid to praise and worship God. She knows where her help comes from, and she expresses her gratefulness wherever and whenever the Spirit moves her. "Thank you, Lord", is her praise song.
3. A word warrior: a wife who uses her words to speak life and wisdom to her husband and children. She knows how to encourage herself and her family in the Lord. Her words heal, comfort, and correct with love. On the other hand, she doesn't hesitate to speak in defence of her family when others try to harm them. She knows her tongue is a mighty weapon, so she uses it wisely.
4. A mother warrior: A wife who doesn't play when it comes to her children. She teaches them about God, about respect from themselves, and about the importance of family. A mother-warrior believes her role as a mother is a divine responsibility and that God will hold her accountable for how she rears her children. As such, she does whatever it takes to make sure her children feel safe and loved; are fed and clothed; and are educated properly.
5. A financial warrior: a wife who can take a few dollars and make a meal that tastes like a million bucks. She doesn't complain about what the family doesn't have; instead, she knows how to make do with what they do have. She plans for rainy days and helps her husband provide for the family.
6. A discernment warrior: a wife with a sixth sense to see and feel what's good and what's bad for the marriage. Because she prays regularly and hears from God, she can sense when someone has malicious intentions towards her family or when someone is a genuine friend.
7. A household warrior: a wife who protects the peace and sanctity of the home. She doesn't allow negativity to infiltrate the home environment because she knows the home should be the safest place in the world for her family.
8. A sexual warrior: a safe who isn't afraid to enjoy physical intimacy with her husband. She initiates sex and enjoys pleasing her husband. When the love life goes lacking or gets monotonous, she steps up to re-energize things.
9. A confidence warrior: a wife who makes her man feels like he can do anything he sets his mind to. She is a constant encourager who believes in her husband when he doesn't believe in himself.
10. A purpose-driven warrior: a wife who knows that God has a purpose for her marriage. She's willing to fight for it when others say she should give up. She partners with her husband to achieve their marriage and family goals. Her motto is "Let's do this!" I want to encourage you to embrace the warrior inside of you. As wives and future-wives, we don't have to accept whatever life throws at us. God made us in His image, which means we have the power to create the marriages and lives we deserve.
Every woman has a warrior on the inside of her. That’s why “a man finds a wife, finds a treasure and has favour with the Lord” (Proverbs 18:22) that treasure is his warrior-wife who is not afraid to fight for their love!!!
Monday, 2 July 2012
My scars, your home.
A mark for every breath you took, every blink,every sleepy yawn.
One for every time you sucked your tumb, waved hello, closed your eyes, and slept in the most perfect darkness.
One foe every time you had the hiccups.
One for every dream you dreamed within me.
It isn't very pretty anymore.
Some may even think it's ugly.
That's OK.
It was your home.
It held you untill my arms could,
and for that, I will always find something beautiful in it.
-Cassie Fox-
-Cassie Fox-
Thursday, 21 June 2012
Many Thank You’s
Until today I believe that I owe my life to a couple of people. If it were not for them I would have missed out on the most spectacular first 13 months of my girl's lifes.
First of all
I have to thank Dr Shuda. She has been such a rock in my life. She has only made my dreams come true. Thank you for all your support, all the kind word. But mostly thank you for Caitlin, Megan and Bianca. That you wouldn’t take no for an answer, that my husband witnessed their birth. And thank you so much for my life.
To all the other doctor that was present when I battled, Dr Hardcastle, Dr Folcher, and thank you. As well as all the ladies in ICU, the blue eyed one as well, and the ladies in theatre. I do not have enough words.
All the absolutely great ladies in the maternity ward. From where you showed and gave support to my husband and family when things didn’t look so great. Until I had a lump in my throat that Saturday morning when we left for home. Sad and almost afraid to leave this amazing network of support. The late night feeds and all the love you have to share with all the newborns and their parents. You are truly a special kind of love.
Then lastly, but the most important. Thank you Lord for making all my dreams comes true. For a house filled with laughter. For my health. For all these amazing people in my life.
Without You none of this will have been possible.
First of all
I have to thank Dr Shuda. She has been such a rock in my life. She has only made my dreams come true. Thank you for all your support, all the kind word. But mostly thank you for Caitlin, Megan and Bianca. That you wouldn’t take no for an answer, that my husband witnessed their birth. And thank you so much for my life.
To all the other doctor that was present when I battled, Dr Hardcastle, Dr Folcher, and thank you. As well as all the ladies in ICU, the blue eyed one as well, and the ladies in theatre. I do not have enough words.
All the absolutely great ladies in the maternity ward. From where you showed and gave support to my husband and family when things didn’t look so great. Until I had a lump in my throat that Saturday morning when we left for home. Sad and almost afraid to leave this amazing network of support. The late night feeds and all the love you have to share with all the newborns and their parents. You are truly a special kind of love.
Then lastly, but the most important. Thank you Lord for making all my dreams comes true. For a house filled with laughter. For my health. For all these amazing people in my life.
Without You none of this will have been possible.
New motherhood
As a new mother, one double checks on self. Are afraid of doing something wrong or even worse, not doing enough. But at the end, we just don’t know and it’s okay.
When I walked into that room and saw 3 babies laying there all I could think was: “What the hell do I do now?” “Where do I start?” They had their dummies, was bottle feeding, already bathed and my husband was single parent for practically 2 days. I had no idea. I didn’t know who was who and which name fitted which child. Early Wednesday morning my mum came to visit and I explained to her how overwhelmed I felt. She replied by not knowing what to say. There was a nurse in he Maternity Ward, an older, wonderful lady, who helped me bond with my children that day. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know where we would be today. Sitting there with all 3 my babies, naked, on my naked chest, my world could just melt away. Right there and then, I knew we would be fine.
After that the rest of the week in hospital was filled with flowers, friends, family, feeding, burping, etc, etc.
And by Saturday, 14 May 2012, on angel Rosey’s birthday we got the go ahead to go home.
Our life as a family is now really beginning.
When I walked into that room and saw 3 babies laying there all I could think was: “What the hell do I do now?” “Where do I start?” They had their dummies, was bottle feeding, already bathed and my husband was single parent for practically 2 days. I had no idea. I didn’t know who was who and which name fitted which child. Early Wednesday morning my mum came to visit and I explained to her how overwhelmed I felt. She replied by not knowing what to say. There was a nurse in he Maternity Ward, an older, wonderful lady, who helped me bond with my children that day. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know where we would be today. Sitting there with all 3 my babies, naked, on my naked chest, my world could just melt away. Right there and then, I knew we would be fine.
After that the rest of the week in hospital was filled with flowers, friends, family, feeding, burping, etc, etc.
And by Saturday, 14 May 2012, on angel Rosey’s birthday we got the go ahead to go home.
Our life as a family is now really beginning.
Talk about miracles
9 May 2011 my beautiful triplet girls were born.
Caitlin was born at 7:09 at 2.7kilo’s
Megan was born 7:11 at 2.5kilo’s
Bianca was born 7:12 at 2.2kilo’s
That Monday morning we arrived at the emergency side of the Medi-Clinic in George. Checked into the maternity ward, filled in some forms and we waited. Some of the hospital staff has been waiting much longer than we have. The Neo-natal department has been waiting for us for weeks, even phoned at home to ask when we were expecting. And, sweet, they even send me a flower biscuit to welcome the girls. The hospital was roaring with excitement to meet these 3 angels. Mr. V was soooo anxious that he was to be fetch outside on the hospital roof by the Doctor when it came to delivery these babies. Of course, for some backup, my mom was also prepped and ready to deliver these babies. She had the wonderful experience to witness the birth of her 3 little grandchildren. I, on the other hand, was very surprised, but very happy to meet my husband in theatre. The whole birthing experience was just great, I didn’t have any problems and neither the girls. I could feel with every baby being delivered that I was getting lighter and lighter. And my whole world almost crumbled when I heard that first cry. All I could do was turn to Mr. V and ask: “Did you hear that?” Now, thinking back at that moment, I feel that hard ball returning to my throat once more. It was definitely the most memorable experience in my life. And Mr V was very pleased that the doctor didn’t take “No” for an answer and dragged his ass to that room. And, of course, these 3 princesses were the most beautiful 3 faces that we have ever seen. In that theatre room we had the most amazing doctor and hospital staff. The girls were checked and everything was found perfectly healthy. Caitlin received 10/10 for her test and Megan the same. Bianca received a little bit of oxygen and scored a great 9/10. From there they were taken directly to the maternity room for us to start our lives together and receive some of moms ever needed breast milk. But if we only knew what was to come...................
I, on the other hand, wasn’t as healthy as we thought I was. Taken to the recovery room, the shit started to run out of control, best part of it was, that I didn’t really realize what was happening. We battled to stabilise my blood pressure and with that I was constantly bleeding out. And I was feeling so cold, shivering uncontrollably. With a triplet pregnancy and birth, and something like this not happening often, the nurses wasn’t sure what amount of blood was “normal” to loose, and uneducated, if you will. I was about 2 and ½ hours in recovery, and things was just not looking better, I was still losing blood and my blood pressure was at some stage 65/45. I remember clearly how I told that nurse that she will not send me to maternity ward if things were not the way it was supposed to be. I just couldn’t see myself laying there, next to my children, having my loved ones close by and something should happen and then seeing it happen. I never thought to ask someone to let them know what was happening. After some time I was send down, and I can remember clearly how I told my husband that I will be receiving some blood at 15:00 that afternoon.
It was about, I think, 10:00 in the morning when I eventually reached my room, filled with gorgeous flowers, new, old family and friends. I had a lot of visitor’s right from the start, as well as support.
One, of many people, that I believe saved my life, my sister, came to visit me. I clearly remember how she told me I looked like crap. For a moment, I thought that she was just full of shit. But instead replied by telling her I have no clue how I am supposed to look and feel. I mean, this is my first birthing experience. She just thought that I shouldn’t look SO bad, and called a nurse. Remember, that I, at this stage, still didn’t have any feeling in my legs. When the nurse came in to inspect, it was found that beneath all the bedding it was blood red. I was still bleeding out. Now, under normal circumstances, they give the patient something that will contract her uterus back to its normal size and with that stop the bleeding. In my situation, my body was still producing blood to my uterus as if trying to keep the 3 babies alive with supporting blood flow. Now, on the other hand, one can only be amazed at how great our bodies have been created. At this stage we had no idea as to how much blood I have lost. The nurse tried to suck the blood up, in her attempt to give a calculation to my doctor. And before I could react, my doctor was there, with her first attempt as to save my life.
I remember how cartoon were playing above my head and her comment being: “Ek probeer ‘n lewe red terwyl cartoons speel.” Nice to hear her still keeping her cool and having a sense of humour.
What she was trying to do was as to save my uterus by placing a “surgical balloon” in my uterus and fill it up with Saline (salt water) with the hope that my uterus will then latch itself onto the balloon and when the balloon deflates, my uterus will contract with it. I have no idea for how long this battle was going on. All I know is that for this time I was still in my room at the Maternity ward, but very much in-and-out-of-things.
From there I was taken to High Care and blacked out completely. What I know is that from there I remember doc saying that we need to take the uterus out. I know my husband had to sign the consent forms and only later I was told that he wasn’t too sure what he was signing for. I have always said, right through my pregnancy, that one day I would like another baby. I would like to know what it would feel like to give all your attention to one baby. But I guess God had a different plan, and I do not regret one day. I think sometimes or somewhere during all this chaos he hoped that I wouldn’t be angry at him for the decision that he has made that day. But I am grateful for him making that decision. And one day he said: “Jou baarmoeder het meer gedoen as baie ander mense sin, 3 lewens in die wereld gebring en 1 gered.” Which was true.
Bright, blue eyes, I remember in ICU. There was one nurse among that fighting team that had the most beautiful, bright, clear blue eyes. Every time I opened mine, she looked at me and smiled as to say: “Don’t worry, everything will be okay”. Around that bed, that day, there was nurses, internist, suegeons, so many people, too many to mention, and all played a very significant part. All of them to which I owe so much.
While laying there I could hear them talking, feel them around me. They were looking for a main vein, I needed blood immediately. At that stage, most of my veins have collapsed and after many attempt to find one in my neck, they eventually succeeded in my right thigh. I remember battling to breath beneath a surgical cloth lying over my face and I didn’t have the strength to lift the cloth from my face.
In my mind’s eye I see the worried faces of my husband and his brother. I was pushed past them and I remember that. If I close my eyes I can remember who stood next to each other. It must have been so difficult for my man. He was also a warrior through this whole ordeal.
When pushed into theatre at about 5’ish that Monday night, seeing once again the same familiar faces of the anesthetist that I met earlier that morning, under much brighter circumstances. I declared that I was still awake while they were opening me up. Thank goodness not for much longer after that I was out of it once again. According to my family I stabilised that night at about 23:00. My poor doctors, family and friends must have been exhausted, totally drained, emotionally and physically. I cannot image what they must have gone through. How scared they must have been.
Tuesday morning, 10 May 2012, my brain woke up, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I heard my doctor’s voice, but couldn’t life my hand. And what the hell was in my mouth? I have survived the night, blood pressure hasn’t stabilised and I have received 11 litres of blood. Now, the human body only has 7 or 8 litres of blood. Doctor explained that with the complications and a lot of blood some of my organs were giving some trouble. I would have some water on my lungs and during that week I also turned a nasty shade of yellow that my liver produced.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I was ready to meet my girls, which felt to me like for the first time.
At 16:00 that afternoon I was discharged from ICU back to the Maternity ward.
Let motherhood begin........................................
Caitlin was born at 7:09 at 2.7kilo’s
Megan was born 7:11 at 2.5kilo’s
Bianca was born 7:12 at 2.2kilo’s
That Monday morning we arrived at the emergency side of the Medi-Clinic in George. Checked into the maternity ward, filled in some forms and we waited. Some of the hospital staff has been waiting much longer than we have. The Neo-natal department has been waiting for us for weeks, even phoned at home to ask when we were expecting. And, sweet, they even send me a flower biscuit to welcome the girls. The hospital was roaring with excitement to meet these 3 angels. Mr. V was soooo anxious that he was to be fetch outside on the hospital roof by the Doctor when it came to delivery these babies. Of course, for some backup, my mom was also prepped and ready to deliver these babies. She had the wonderful experience to witness the birth of her 3 little grandchildren. I, on the other hand, was very surprised, but very happy to meet my husband in theatre. The whole birthing experience was just great, I didn’t have any problems and neither the girls. I could feel with every baby being delivered that I was getting lighter and lighter. And my whole world almost crumbled when I heard that first cry. All I could do was turn to Mr. V and ask: “Did you hear that?” Now, thinking back at that moment, I feel that hard ball returning to my throat once more. It was definitely the most memorable experience in my life. And Mr V was very pleased that the doctor didn’t take “No” for an answer and dragged his ass to that room. And, of course, these 3 princesses were the most beautiful 3 faces that we have ever seen. In that theatre room we had the most amazing doctor and hospital staff. The girls were checked and everything was found perfectly healthy. Caitlin received 10/10 for her test and Megan the same. Bianca received a little bit of oxygen and scored a great 9/10. From there they were taken directly to the maternity room for us to start our lives together and receive some of moms ever needed breast milk. But if we only knew what was to come...................
I, on the other hand, wasn’t as healthy as we thought I was. Taken to the recovery room, the shit started to run out of control, best part of it was, that I didn’t really realize what was happening. We battled to stabilise my blood pressure and with that I was constantly bleeding out. And I was feeling so cold, shivering uncontrollably. With a triplet pregnancy and birth, and something like this not happening often, the nurses wasn’t sure what amount of blood was “normal” to loose, and uneducated, if you will. I was about 2 and ½ hours in recovery, and things was just not looking better, I was still losing blood and my blood pressure was at some stage 65/45. I remember clearly how I told that nurse that she will not send me to maternity ward if things were not the way it was supposed to be. I just couldn’t see myself laying there, next to my children, having my loved ones close by and something should happen and then seeing it happen. I never thought to ask someone to let them know what was happening. After some time I was send down, and I can remember clearly how I told my husband that I will be receiving some blood at 15:00 that afternoon.
It was about, I think, 10:00 in the morning when I eventually reached my room, filled with gorgeous flowers, new, old family and friends. I had a lot of visitor’s right from the start, as well as support.
One, of many people, that I believe saved my life, my sister, came to visit me. I clearly remember how she told me I looked like crap. For a moment, I thought that she was just full of shit. But instead replied by telling her I have no clue how I am supposed to look and feel. I mean, this is my first birthing experience. She just thought that I shouldn’t look SO bad, and called a nurse. Remember, that I, at this stage, still didn’t have any feeling in my legs. When the nurse came in to inspect, it was found that beneath all the bedding it was blood red. I was still bleeding out. Now, under normal circumstances, they give the patient something that will contract her uterus back to its normal size and with that stop the bleeding. In my situation, my body was still producing blood to my uterus as if trying to keep the 3 babies alive with supporting blood flow. Now, on the other hand, one can only be amazed at how great our bodies have been created. At this stage we had no idea as to how much blood I have lost. The nurse tried to suck the blood up, in her attempt to give a calculation to my doctor. And before I could react, my doctor was there, with her first attempt as to save my life.
I remember how cartoon were playing above my head and her comment being: “Ek probeer ‘n lewe red terwyl cartoons speel.” Nice to hear her still keeping her cool and having a sense of humour.
What she was trying to do was as to save my uterus by placing a “surgical balloon” in my uterus and fill it up with Saline (salt water) with the hope that my uterus will then latch itself onto the balloon and when the balloon deflates, my uterus will contract with it. I have no idea for how long this battle was going on. All I know is that for this time I was still in my room at the Maternity ward, but very much in-and-out-of-things.
From there I was taken to High Care and blacked out completely. What I know is that from there I remember doc saying that we need to take the uterus out. I know my husband had to sign the consent forms and only later I was told that he wasn’t too sure what he was signing for. I have always said, right through my pregnancy, that one day I would like another baby. I would like to know what it would feel like to give all your attention to one baby. But I guess God had a different plan, and I do not regret one day. I think sometimes or somewhere during all this chaos he hoped that I wouldn’t be angry at him for the decision that he has made that day. But I am grateful for him making that decision. And one day he said: “Jou baarmoeder het meer gedoen as baie ander mense sin, 3 lewens in die wereld gebring en 1 gered.” Which was true.
Bright, blue eyes, I remember in ICU. There was one nurse among that fighting team that had the most beautiful, bright, clear blue eyes. Every time I opened mine, she looked at me and smiled as to say: “Don’t worry, everything will be okay”. Around that bed, that day, there was nurses, internist, suegeons, so many people, too many to mention, and all played a very significant part. All of them to which I owe so much.
While laying there I could hear them talking, feel them around me. They were looking for a main vein, I needed blood immediately. At that stage, most of my veins have collapsed and after many attempt to find one in my neck, they eventually succeeded in my right thigh. I remember battling to breath beneath a surgical cloth lying over my face and I didn’t have the strength to lift the cloth from my face.
In my mind’s eye I see the worried faces of my husband and his brother. I was pushed past them and I remember that. If I close my eyes I can remember who stood next to each other. It must have been so difficult for my man. He was also a warrior through this whole ordeal.
When pushed into theatre at about 5’ish that Monday night, seeing once again the same familiar faces of the anesthetist that I met earlier that morning, under much brighter circumstances. I declared that I was still awake while they were opening me up. Thank goodness not for much longer after that I was out of it once again. According to my family I stabilised that night at about 23:00. My poor doctors, family and friends must have been exhausted, totally drained, emotionally and physically. I cannot image what they must have gone through. How scared they must have been.
Tuesday morning, 10 May 2012, my brain woke up, but I couldn’t open my eyes. I heard my doctor’s voice, but couldn’t life my hand. And what the hell was in my mouth? I have survived the night, blood pressure hasn’t stabilised and I have received 11 litres of blood. Now, the human body only has 7 or 8 litres of blood. Doctor explained that with the complications and a lot of blood some of my organs were giving some trouble. I would have some water on my lungs and during that week I also turned a nasty shade of yellow that my liver produced.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I was ready to meet my girls, which felt to me like for the first time.
At 16:00 that afternoon I was discharged from ICU back to the Maternity ward.
Let motherhood begin........................................
Friday, 15 June 2012
My triplet pregnancy
So, from our first scan to where I gave birth, was not that bad. Now thinking back, it was fine, but in the moment, I had some very difficult days.
During my pregnancy a friend of mine and old colleague was diagnosed with breast cancer and she was starting with her treatment. I remember how we worked out that the amount of weeks that I have left with my pregnancy was the same amount of weeks that she had left with treatment. And in my mind this was a silent motivation, as I knew she was fighting a battle of survival, and I, on the other hand, one of life. Ironic!
With every scan, the fetes grew into a baby and all 3 of them were doing very well. We were very blessed. And later we discovered that the babies were now baby girls. So, we could start thinking about baby names. Where to start, Mr V and myself had a baby girl name even before we have gotten married, Caitlin. But what about the other 2. The name that he chose, I didn’t like, the name I chose, he didn’t like where to find common ground? At the end we decided that he will choose one name and I will choose another and that will be that. The names will be given in the same order when they are being born. So, the verdict is out: Caitlin, hubby chose Megan and Me Bianca. Strange enough Bianca wasn’t one of the names on my list. I was laying in bed one afternoon, after being at the doctor’s with stomach flu and reading through a book of baby names and comparing it with the names on my list. And it was like a sign from above, Bianca it will be. And, today, I think it suits her perfectly. It is just as short and sweet as my little baby girl.
I never had a problem with having only girls. I hoped for 2 boys and a girl, I just couldn’t understand that you will have so many children all at once and all of them being the same sex. I thought a bit of variety will brighten up things. And, one day, when I was pushed down Mr Price Home by my mother, I realised, that having all the same sex, is just less admin and much easier. Now, they can all wear each other’s clothing, etc, etc. Where as a boy will not like pink, but a girl might like blue.
Nausea, what a little bugger. Shoe!!!!! I, at some stage, actually thought I was about to die. I just couldn’t keep anything in. And at that stage, my new assistant was receiving training in Johannesburg, so I had to be at the office. Our Assessor find me most of the afternoons, lying on my back, behind my desk, on the floor, with the phone next to me. I just couldn’t keep my head up. Ginger lollies, ginger biscuits, Stoney ginger beer, you name it, I tried it. Thank goodness my doctor saw the light and gave a pill. I almost vomited in Woolies over the cashier. Almost in my own kitchen over a very nicely prepared fish dish. I just couldn’t stop it. My mouth was constantly watering. It was terrible.
Cravings, I didn’t have much of. There were some phases. I had a huge watermelon face, it helped with the nausea, and it was the only thing I could keep down. I remember, Mr. V getting home and I was sitting with half a watermelon on my lap eating it with a spoon. And then, of course, I had a mint fit. I just couldn’t get anything minty enough for my taste. Until I walked smack bang into Elizabeth Brown’s ice cream. What a blessing. No meat, of course.
Talking about nausea....................another very grouse thing. My gums were so sore. And at some stage it was bleeding so much. I went to see the dentist just to make sure I wasn’t getting any infections. While I was brushing my teeth, the blood used to stream out of my mouth. Luckily that was only for a short time.
When finding out that you are expecting triplets, allot have to change, and go BIGGER!!! House!! Car!!! At that stage we were living on a farm in a one bedroom house. And I was driving my dream car, a blue brand new Subaru Impreza 2.0R. What a ride!! Anyway, we had to get rid of both of them and cater for more. Looking at houses with ¾ bedrooms, looking at VW Caravelle, and still thinking about financial survival when the children are born. Keep in mind medical expenses, diapers, milk, etc. And we still need to eat. So, with help from family we started building a 4 bedroom house out on the farm, building started in February 2011 and I was due in May 2011. (So, no pressure there.) I had to sell my much beloved Subaru, which I did, to a Japanese dude in Cape Town. And took over my hubby’s green ghost busters mobile. (Which I didn’t love as much as my previous car). But hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do. After we have fitted the pram in the back and the car seat in the back that was that. I will be driving the green monster until we are ready for the next vehicle.
Another way, just to show how things work out, my bestest friend lives in London, I love her to bits. She was a couple of weeks behind me with her pregnancy, which was nice, because we could go through the motions together. Only very sad that she lives so far away and I couldn’t see her more often. But we have shared one very special day together, while being pregnant. And now, the children are about 2 weeks apart.
So, in January, my Godchild had his first birthday party, and from there on, the New Year just started off with a bang. It was Pre-natal classes. And more scans. And booking a bed at the hospital, but not knowing exactly when they can expect me. And with that some surprises. Like the very silent atmosphere in the pre-natal class when I was to declare that we are expecting triplet girls. And my hubby not being at my side, but rather at the building site. At that stage the builders were almost working 24/7 to finish the house.
With multiple pregnancies, there are a couple of more difficulties than with normal one child pregnancy and birth. We obviously had a caesarean, no option there. Then the worry of premature babies, will they be in ICU, will my husband and I survive that? How long will they need to be there? Will we be able to cope? What about an Au Pair or Nanny? Prem nappies? Prem teats and dummies and bottles? It’s difficult enough to just make a decision about nappies and bottles as it was, now you must keep in mind the fact that the girls might be too small to use the normal products on the market. Then still thinking about all the crap that comes from filling in the UIF forms, and then in my case, not even qualifying for UIF. Which I feel until today is a load of crap. Also, looking at prams is like buying a new car. All the brands and styles, colours and types. O my word!!!!!
In January I also started doing interviews for a nanny/Au Pair. I had no clue what I was looking for or what to expect. Or even what to pay her. All I knew I wanted someone with experience and it will be a bonus if she had her own child before. And she must be able to sleep-in. So after a couple of advertisements we met a girl that was send to us from one of the Educare teacher in town. And that was a disaster. After another interview and going through some more cv’s. I found her........an angle send from God. And until today I will not be able to do what I do if it wasn’t for Rosey. She loves my kids so much. And they love her in return just as much. She has become a true family member in my house hold.
I had a safe haven once a month with a couple of girlfriends, which was also pregnant at that time. And we were about a month apart. Once a month the 4/5 of us will meet up for breakfast/lunch. The rules were as follows: You can complain as much as you want to, no one is allowed to judge. You can eat as much as you want to, no judgement. You can eat WHAT you want to, no judgement. This was truly a safe haven. And I loved it. We all had the same fears and excitement to share. And today we share birthdays.
A couple of things happened in between:
8 February – We went for the 4D scan at the Medi-Clinic. My hubby thinks it was a waste, I’m glad that we went. It was very confusing and you didn’t know an arm from a leg. But I was happy.
12 February – Two dear friends of mine took some preggy pictures of me. At that stage I was 25 weeks along, and already feeling like a small elephant. What a treat!!!
13 March – My sister, mother and some friends surprised me with a babyshower. I have say, they did a great job and it was so nicely decorated. One of my closest school friends surprised me from Cape Town and it was just so much fun spending time with her.
30 March – The girls went for a weekend away. That day, at the warm baths, I thought I will break my back trying to climb out of the swimming pool, still in my bikini, of course. And I haven’t been away since then, scary!!
14 April – My offices moved premises and that happened during my pregnancy as well. On this day we had the opening of the offices and I was about 33 weeks pregnant. I haven’t seen my feet for ages. And my back was killing me. But I went, even if it was only for the speeches.
Closing:
9 May 2011 – The girls were born. When I went into hospital I weight 80kg and picked up a total of 20 during my whole pregnancy. I went to the gym up until 32 weeks of my pregnancy and the only reason why I stopped was because I just couldn’t fit unto the machines anymore. I was itching all over my body from all the supplements. And was sleeping very little, but I was ready, happy and excited.
During my pregnancy a friend of mine and old colleague was diagnosed with breast cancer and she was starting with her treatment. I remember how we worked out that the amount of weeks that I have left with my pregnancy was the same amount of weeks that she had left with treatment. And in my mind this was a silent motivation, as I knew she was fighting a battle of survival, and I, on the other hand, one of life. Ironic!
With every scan, the fetes grew into a baby and all 3 of them were doing very well. We were very blessed. And later we discovered that the babies were now baby girls. So, we could start thinking about baby names. Where to start, Mr V and myself had a baby girl name even before we have gotten married, Caitlin. But what about the other 2. The name that he chose, I didn’t like, the name I chose, he didn’t like where to find common ground? At the end we decided that he will choose one name and I will choose another and that will be that. The names will be given in the same order when they are being born. So, the verdict is out: Caitlin, hubby chose Megan and Me Bianca. Strange enough Bianca wasn’t one of the names on my list. I was laying in bed one afternoon, after being at the doctor’s with stomach flu and reading through a book of baby names and comparing it with the names on my list. And it was like a sign from above, Bianca it will be. And, today, I think it suits her perfectly. It is just as short and sweet as my little baby girl.
I never had a problem with having only girls. I hoped for 2 boys and a girl, I just couldn’t understand that you will have so many children all at once and all of them being the same sex. I thought a bit of variety will brighten up things. And, one day, when I was pushed down Mr Price Home by my mother, I realised, that having all the same sex, is just less admin and much easier. Now, they can all wear each other’s clothing, etc, etc. Where as a boy will not like pink, but a girl might like blue.
Nausea, what a little bugger. Shoe!!!!! I, at some stage, actually thought I was about to die. I just couldn’t keep anything in. And at that stage, my new assistant was receiving training in Johannesburg, so I had to be at the office. Our Assessor find me most of the afternoons, lying on my back, behind my desk, on the floor, with the phone next to me. I just couldn’t keep my head up. Ginger lollies, ginger biscuits, Stoney ginger beer, you name it, I tried it. Thank goodness my doctor saw the light and gave a pill. I almost vomited in Woolies over the cashier. Almost in my own kitchen over a very nicely prepared fish dish. I just couldn’t stop it. My mouth was constantly watering. It was terrible.
Cravings, I didn’t have much of. There were some phases. I had a huge watermelon face, it helped with the nausea, and it was the only thing I could keep down. I remember, Mr. V getting home and I was sitting with half a watermelon on my lap eating it with a spoon. And then, of course, I had a mint fit. I just couldn’t get anything minty enough for my taste. Until I walked smack bang into Elizabeth Brown’s ice cream. What a blessing. No meat, of course.
Talking about nausea....................another very grouse thing. My gums were so sore. And at some stage it was bleeding so much. I went to see the dentist just to make sure I wasn’t getting any infections. While I was brushing my teeth, the blood used to stream out of my mouth. Luckily that was only for a short time.
When finding out that you are expecting triplets, allot have to change, and go BIGGER!!! House!! Car!!! At that stage we were living on a farm in a one bedroom house. And I was driving my dream car, a blue brand new Subaru Impreza 2.0R. What a ride!! Anyway, we had to get rid of both of them and cater for more. Looking at houses with ¾ bedrooms, looking at VW Caravelle, and still thinking about financial survival when the children are born. Keep in mind medical expenses, diapers, milk, etc. And we still need to eat. So, with help from family we started building a 4 bedroom house out on the farm, building started in February 2011 and I was due in May 2011. (So, no pressure there.) I had to sell my much beloved Subaru, which I did, to a Japanese dude in Cape Town. And took over my hubby’s green ghost busters mobile. (Which I didn’t love as much as my previous car). But hey, you gotta do, what you gotta do. After we have fitted the pram in the back and the car seat in the back that was that. I will be driving the green monster until we are ready for the next vehicle.
Another way, just to show how things work out, my bestest friend lives in London, I love her to bits. She was a couple of weeks behind me with her pregnancy, which was nice, because we could go through the motions together. Only very sad that she lives so far away and I couldn’t see her more often. But we have shared one very special day together, while being pregnant. And now, the children are about 2 weeks apart.
So, in January, my Godchild had his first birthday party, and from there on, the New Year just started off with a bang. It was Pre-natal classes. And more scans. And booking a bed at the hospital, but not knowing exactly when they can expect me. And with that some surprises. Like the very silent atmosphere in the pre-natal class when I was to declare that we are expecting triplet girls. And my hubby not being at my side, but rather at the building site. At that stage the builders were almost working 24/7 to finish the house.
With multiple pregnancies, there are a couple of more difficulties than with normal one child pregnancy and birth. We obviously had a caesarean, no option there. Then the worry of premature babies, will they be in ICU, will my husband and I survive that? How long will they need to be there? Will we be able to cope? What about an Au Pair or Nanny? Prem nappies? Prem teats and dummies and bottles? It’s difficult enough to just make a decision about nappies and bottles as it was, now you must keep in mind the fact that the girls might be too small to use the normal products on the market. Then still thinking about all the crap that comes from filling in the UIF forms, and then in my case, not even qualifying for UIF. Which I feel until today is a load of crap. Also, looking at prams is like buying a new car. All the brands and styles, colours and types. O my word!!!!!
In January I also started doing interviews for a nanny/Au Pair. I had no clue what I was looking for or what to expect. Or even what to pay her. All I knew I wanted someone with experience and it will be a bonus if she had her own child before. And she must be able to sleep-in. So after a couple of advertisements we met a girl that was send to us from one of the Educare teacher in town. And that was a disaster. After another interview and going through some more cv’s. I found her........an angle send from God. And until today I will not be able to do what I do if it wasn’t for Rosey. She loves my kids so much. And they love her in return just as much. She has become a true family member in my house hold.
I had a safe haven once a month with a couple of girlfriends, which was also pregnant at that time. And we were about a month apart. Once a month the 4/5 of us will meet up for breakfast/lunch. The rules were as follows: You can complain as much as you want to, no one is allowed to judge. You can eat as much as you want to, no judgement. You can eat WHAT you want to, no judgement. This was truly a safe haven. And I loved it. We all had the same fears and excitement to share. And today we share birthdays.
A couple of things happened in between:
8 February – We went for the 4D scan at the Medi-Clinic. My hubby thinks it was a waste, I’m glad that we went. It was very confusing and you didn’t know an arm from a leg. But I was happy.
12 February – Two dear friends of mine took some preggy pictures of me. At that stage I was 25 weeks along, and already feeling like a small elephant. What a treat!!!
13 March – My sister, mother and some friends surprised me with a babyshower. I have say, they did a great job and it was so nicely decorated. One of my closest school friends surprised me from Cape Town and it was just so much fun spending time with her.
30 March – The girls went for a weekend away. That day, at the warm baths, I thought I will break my back trying to climb out of the swimming pool, still in my bikini, of course. And I haven’t been away since then, scary!!
14 April – My offices moved premises and that happened during my pregnancy as well. On this day we had the opening of the offices and I was about 33 weeks pregnant. I haven’t seen my feet for ages. And my back was killing me. But I went, even if it was only for the speeches.
Closing:
9 May 2011 – The girls were born. When I went into hospital I weight 80kg and picked up a total of 20 during my whole pregnancy. I went to the gym up until 32 weeks of my pregnancy and the only reason why I stopped was because I just couldn’t fit unto the machines anymore. I was itching all over my body from all the supplements. And was sleeping very little, but I was ready, happy and excited.
7 October 2010 – Our first sonar
What a wonderful day to witness the biggest gift in life and see the greatest miracle God could create and give to us on earth!!! Our prayers were answered.
So, lying on my back (again) and now for a more pleasant reason, Mr. V on the one side and Doc on the other, we were about to witness our first encounter and meet our children for the first time. What a privilege!!!
While the air full of anticipation and excitement, Doc pulling that sonar head from side to side, we saw one fetes looking more like a small bean, fetes 2 looking exactly the same and holy moly, number 3 popped from behind, playing hide and seek. Till today I still do not know who got the biggest fright. Doc was apologising the whole time holding my hand. Mr V was turning a funny shade of white/blue. And no one knew what the hell to say. Honestly, I have never minded having three, I’m extremely glad it’s not 4, but I love 3. While there was some chaos in the room, and checking if all 3 foetuses was where they were supposed to be, healthy!!!!! Mr V left, still being as quite as he was during the whole scan, after receiving the news. I was sitting in the office and doc said: “Just, please phone someone!!!” And doc phoned my mother. My mom was still on her way to work, when her phone rang. I could hear everything on the speaker. Doc told my mom that I was there for the scan and everything is okay, but she is going to become Grandmother of 3 grandchildren!!! My mother shouted at my sister, and I swear, I think the people in the street thought: “What the hell!!!! Crazy people!!!!” Well, needless to say, the news travelled so quickly, that I received phone calls even before I reached the office. It was on Facebook by the time I got to the office. And my colleagues, of course, only believed it once I showed them the scan pictures.
What a day!!!!!!! What a precious, glorious day!!!!
All worth the tears, wait, counting, frustration, etc, etc. All worth it!!!! Everything is almost long forgotten!!!
So, lying on my back (again) and now for a more pleasant reason, Mr. V on the one side and Doc on the other, we were about to witness our first encounter and meet our children for the first time. What a privilege!!!
While the air full of anticipation and excitement, Doc pulling that sonar head from side to side, we saw one fetes looking more like a small bean, fetes 2 looking exactly the same and holy moly, number 3 popped from behind, playing hide and seek. Till today I still do not know who got the biggest fright. Doc was apologising the whole time holding my hand. Mr V was turning a funny shade of white/blue. And no one knew what the hell to say. Honestly, I have never minded having three, I’m extremely glad it’s not 4, but I love 3. While there was some chaos in the room, and checking if all 3 foetuses was where they were supposed to be, healthy!!!!! Mr V left, still being as quite as he was during the whole scan, after receiving the news. I was sitting in the office and doc said: “Just, please phone someone!!!” And doc phoned my mother. My mom was still on her way to work, when her phone rang. I could hear everything on the speaker. Doc told my mom that I was there for the scan and everything is okay, but she is going to become Grandmother of 3 grandchildren!!! My mother shouted at my sister, and I swear, I think the people in the street thought: “What the hell!!!! Crazy people!!!!” Well, needless to say, the news travelled so quickly, that I received phone calls even before I reached the office. It was on Facebook by the time I got to the office. And my colleagues, of course, only believed it once I showed them the scan pictures.
What a day!!!!!!! What a precious, glorious day!!!!
All worth the tears, wait, counting, frustration, etc, etc. All worth it!!!! Everything is almost long forgotten!!!
21 September – What a blessing!!!!!!!!!!!
2 weeks has passed and I have survived counting the days. For me, at this time, the most difficult decision was this: do I go for my blood test in the morning or in the evening. This might sound strange, but here, now, I was paranoid.
Option 1 – Morning test.
If I take the test in the morning, I will receive my results that same day. (Advantage) But what if I see that red spot? Will I only be more disappointed than previously? Will I then seem as paranoid as I felt? Or maybe, if I do it now, no matter what the outcome, at least I will know where we stand, if we need to go for round 3 or not.
Option 2 – Afternoon test.
Results next day. (Disadvantage) I don’t think I will be able to count another day. Not knowing is sort of driving me insane. But at least I will not look as crazy as in option 1?
Anyways, I went for the blood test that morning. At the end of the day, I am a lady that likes to look things in the eye and take the bull by the horns. If not, why not? I sat the day, in my office, waiting for the phone to ring. I hardly went to the loo, not to miss that phone call. And then it happened, the doctor’s voice on the other line: “Natasha, you are pregnant!! The count is so high, I am expecting twins!!!!!!!” What!!!! I was in tears, I just thanked her, I couldn’t speak to her much longer, and I had to tell my husband.
At that time, Mr. V was at a friend’s, I walked in, told him the news, and tears were flowing, I drove around town and told everyone, my mom, my sister, I just couldn’t work any longer.
We were ecstatic!!!!!
First sonar: 7 October 2010
Option 1 – Morning test.
If I take the test in the morning, I will receive my results that same day. (Advantage) But what if I see that red spot? Will I only be more disappointed than previously? Will I then seem as paranoid as I felt? Or maybe, if I do it now, no matter what the outcome, at least I will know where we stand, if we need to go for round 3 or not.
Option 2 – Afternoon test.
Results next day. (Disadvantage) I don’t think I will be able to count another day. Not knowing is sort of driving me insane. But at least I will not look as crazy as in option 1?
Anyways, I went for the blood test that morning. At the end of the day, I am a lady that likes to look things in the eye and take the bull by the horns. If not, why not? I sat the day, in my office, waiting for the phone to ring. I hardly went to the loo, not to miss that phone call. And then it happened, the doctor’s voice on the other line: “Natasha, you are pregnant!! The count is so high, I am expecting twins!!!!!!!” What!!!! I was in tears, I just thanked her, I couldn’t speak to her much longer, and I had to tell my husband.
At that time, Mr. V was at a friend’s, I walked in, told him the news, and tears were flowing, I drove around town and told everyone, my mom, my sister, I just couldn’t work any longer.
We were ecstatic!!!!!
First sonar: 7 October 2010
Round 2 – Insemination
2 September 2010
Today I went to the doctor to see if any eggs are available for fertilization, and yes. So, we are ready for lift off. We will be doing the insemination 4 September 2010.
4 September 2010
On this glorious Saturday morning, my mom and I tackled the doctors’ offices to be fertilized. My mother being the support, of course. While lying with open legs in the air, we started talking about the hot, French dude staring in Brothers and Sisters at the moment. And I can clearly remember that I said I wouldn’t mind having me some of that. This, in return, took my mind of the task at hand.
Hubby was playing golf, so I spend the rest of the morning, still legs in the air, at my mother’s house. Being spoiled rotten to the bone, she just more than willing to do everything for me. While dad and myself where watching movies.
And the trick, I think, is this: RELAX!!!!! It will happen when the time is right, there’s a higher hand within all this.
DIARY ENTRY: 25 August 2010
Was vandag in Knysna, het kort-kort aan Olivia gedink en ook tannie
Alwena. Pragtige dag gewees. Lekker warm. Beautifull!!!
My notes from my studies:
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Low fat -
Low sugar -
Low caff
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High fibre -
2l water -
Exercise
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Breakfast -
Regular sleep -Evening
primrose
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Probiotics -
Organic foods -
Fish & Fish oil (Omega 3)
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Less Cheese -
Magnesium
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B6 (cauliflower; bananas; broccoli)
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Fresh fruit and veg (beans; cabbage)
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Zinc (oats; nuts; egg yolks; lamb; rye)
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Omega 6 (nuts & seeds)
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Vit A (carrots; squash; sweet potatoes)
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Vit C (green veg; kiwi; tomatoes)
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Vit E (nuts; avo’s; beans; sweet potatoes)
DIARY ENTRY: 24 August 2010
Oefen? Mr V rook? Drink? Eet?
By Dr S.
So begin nr. 2. Sukkel om die sigs neer te sit. My vel is ietsie kleins om oor bekommerd te wees. Mr. V baie stil vanaand, ek haat dit as hy so huis toe kom. Het gevra wat fout is, maar niks. Voel altyd of hy vir my kwaad is. Ek’s vandag baie dankbaar dat my pa nog leef en gesond is, kry vir Olivia baie jammer. En ek het weer vandag besef dat ek ‘n baie goeie man het en dit moet ek waardeer. Hy is my silent steun pilaar.
Bid vanaand vir:
- Olivia se pa se gesondheid
- Seen my huwelik en my man, familie en vriende.
So, today I start treatment nr. 2 . Pitched up at the doctor with a slight headache from all the drama the previous night. Eyes a bit swollen from crying. And my mood a bit gloomy. After a very much needed hug and some encouraging words, we started the whole cycle all over again.
Today I promised myself I will not go into this without all the knowledge I can gather.
I went to the library, read all the books on falling pregnant and which foods will assist, what to do and what not to do. What to eat/drink and what not. I have all the information, my ammunition, now I will tackle this with both hands, head on. I’m ready!!!!
By Dr S.
So begin nr. 2. Sukkel om die sigs neer te sit. My vel is ietsie kleins om oor bekommerd te wees. Mr. V baie stil vanaand, ek haat dit as hy so huis toe kom. Het gevra wat fout is, maar niks. Voel altyd of hy vir my kwaad is. Ek’s vandag baie dankbaar dat my pa nog leef en gesond is, kry vir Olivia baie jammer. En ek het weer vandag besef dat ek ‘n baie goeie man het en dit moet ek waardeer. Hy is my silent steun pilaar.
Bid vanaand vir:
- Olivia se pa se gesondheid
- Seen my huwelik en my man, familie en vriende.
So, today I start treatment nr. 2 . Pitched up at the doctor with a slight headache from all the drama the previous night. Eyes a bit swollen from crying. And my mood a bit gloomy. After a very much needed hug and some encouraging words, we started the whole cycle all over again.
Today I promised myself I will not go into this without all the knowledge I can gather.
I went to the library, read all the books on falling pregnant and which foods will assist, what to do and what not to do. What to eat/drink and what not. I have all the information, my ammunition, now I will tackle this with both hands, head on. I’m ready!!!!
A Dark 24 August 2010
Today I’m on my way to work in mossel Bay and as I stop at my client and get back to my car, I see it. A massive screw is stuck in my wheel and well, about R1 000.00 later, I had to replace the tyre. Now this might seem like a small event, but when on hormones and counting the days until 2 weeks to find out if you’re pregnant, a small incident like this, can crack you.
From Tiger Wheel and Tyre, after a much needed strong, sweet cup of Rooibos, I moved on to my next client. When I arrived and visited the bathroom, my worst nightmare came true. Obviously, with discovering that I have just started my period, I knew, this didn’t work. Trying to keep a straight face and trying to do my job, while, on the inside, wanting to break down.
When reaching the office later that day, I had to share my new discovery. If it is so difficult to tell my much loved colleagues, how am I going to be able to tell my husband? Will he think that this was my fault? I battled to stay focused the rest of day, fuck this, I’m going home. Got home, but hubby wasn’t there, I cannot be alone. Got to my parents house and they have guests. But the great thing of having a wonderful mother like I have is this, as soon as I walked in and she saw the look on my face, she knew, something is seriously wrong. And before I could say anything, I burst out into tears. Thinking back now, her guest must have thought “what the hell?”
After another cup of strong, sweet tea, I gather what I had left and went to share this news with hubby. To be honest, a little bit afraid of what might be said. As I walked in he could obviously notice by my very red eyes that something is wrong. After breaking the news and having a couple of his cigarettes, he just said, and then we will do it again.
That night I did what I could to make myself feel better.............chocolates, coffee, cigarettes, whatever we had at home, I used it. Went to bed, wrote the following in my dairy, prayed to God, picked up my courage and strength that I had left and went for round nr. 2 the next morning.
DAIRY ENTRY:
So, try nr 1 het nie gewerk nie. Nie meer so hartseer nie, ogies moeg en branderig, maar okay. Nou weet ek waarvoor om myself in te laat. Baie vrae om more te vra. Ewe skielik is die tyre incident nie meer so ‘n groot issue nie. Die Here het vir my ‘n pad. Hy het my geken nog voordat ek gebore was. Hy sal vir my en Vallie gee wat ons toe kom. Daar is soveel om voor dankbaar te wees. In plaas van 5 gesmuchde naels, het ek vanaand net 2. Ek wil weer begin oefen, beter voel oor myself, om sexy te lyk in my nuwe jeans.
Here dankie:
- ‘n Wonderlike man
- Ondersteunende ouers en Nicky
- My tak het vandag gekook, 10 kwotasies gedoen
LIEFDE!! HOOP!!!
From Tiger Wheel and Tyre, after a much needed strong, sweet cup of Rooibos, I moved on to my next client. When I arrived and visited the bathroom, my worst nightmare came true. Obviously, with discovering that I have just started my period, I knew, this didn’t work. Trying to keep a straight face and trying to do my job, while, on the inside, wanting to break down.
When reaching the office later that day, I had to share my new discovery. If it is so difficult to tell my much loved colleagues, how am I going to be able to tell my husband? Will he think that this was my fault? I battled to stay focused the rest of day, fuck this, I’m going home. Got home, but hubby wasn’t there, I cannot be alone. Got to my parents house and they have guests. But the great thing of having a wonderful mother like I have is this, as soon as I walked in and she saw the look on my face, she knew, something is seriously wrong. And before I could say anything, I burst out into tears. Thinking back now, her guest must have thought “what the hell?”
After another cup of strong, sweet tea, I gather what I had left and went to share this news with hubby. To be honest, a little bit afraid of what might be said. As I walked in he could obviously notice by my very red eyes that something is wrong. After breaking the news and having a couple of his cigarettes, he just said, and then we will do it again.
That night I did what I could to make myself feel better.............chocolates, coffee, cigarettes, whatever we had at home, I used it. Went to bed, wrote the following in my dairy, prayed to God, picked up my courage and strength that I had left and went for round nr. 2 the next morning.
DAIRY ENTRY:
So, try nr 1 het nie gewerk nie. Nie meer so hartseer nie, ogies moeg en branderig, maar okay. Nou weet ek waarvoor om myself in te laat. Baie vrae om more te vra. Ewe skielik is die tyre incident nie meer so ‘n groot issue nie. Die Here het vir my ‘n pad. Hy het my geken nog voordat ek gebore was. Hy sal vir my en Vallie gee wat ons toe kom. Daar is soveel om voor dankbaar te wees. In plaas van 5 gesmuchde naels, het ek vanaand net 2. Ek wil weer begin oefen, beter voel oor myself, om sexy te lyk in my nuwe jeans.
Here dankie:
- ‘n Wonderlike man
- Ondersteunende ouers en Nicky
- My tak het vandag gekook, 10 kwotasies gedoen
LIEFDE!! HOOP!!!
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
10 August - First Insemination
This morning at 10:00 I will be going for my very first insemination. Emotions are running high, but we’re confident. Every couple/woman silently hopes and believes that the first one will be THE only one.
So, with anticipation, I placed the cup for Mr. V’s disposal next to the bed. And awaited at my dad’s place and waited for the phone call: “It’s ready!” With this small cup placed between my legs, trying to keep it warm, I drove from our farm about 20 kilometres from the Pathologists, dodging people, other cars and all this at around 8 in the morning. School traffic and all.
Surviving the traffic and not killing anyone on my way, I reached Ampath. Dropped of the sample and waited for the phone call, which will reach me within about one hour.
Phone rang: and sample was ready for collection. Went to pick the sample up and received a long tube, when I left a small pot? But anyway, pushed the tube under my arm, to stay warm, and drove like a devil’s child to the gynaecologist’s offices. Got there, waited, went flat on my back and the small, perfect sperm was released into my well oiled and very much drugged up uterus.
Now, the waiting game waits...............................
The funny thing after this whole rushed experience is the fact that I walked out of that office feeling that I was supposed to sow my legs together, just in case something though about escaping. I felt like the everyone was looking at me and knew what had happened that day. That afternoon I flew to Johannesburg for business and I was treated like a porcelain doll, not only by my colleagues, but also by myself.
If only I knew.............................................
So, with anticipation, I placed the cup for Mr. V’s disposal next to the bed. And awaited at my dad’s place and waited for the phone call: “It’s ready!” With this small cup placed between my legs, trying to keep it warm, I drove from our farm about 20 kilometres from the Pathologists, dodging people, other cars and all this at around 8 in the morning. School traffic and all.
Surviving the traffic and not killing anyone on my way, I reached Ampath. Dropped of the sample and waited for the phone call, which will reach me within about one hour.
Phone rang: and sample was ready for collection. Went to pick the sample up and received a long tube, when I left a small pot? But anyway, pushed the tube under my arm, to stay warm, and drove like a devil’s child to the gynaecologist’s offices. Got there, waited, went flat on my back and the small, perfect sperm was released into my well oiled and very much drugged up uterus.
Now, the waiting game waits...............................
The funny thing after this whole rushed experience is the fact that I walked out of that office feeling that I was supposed to sow my legs together, just in case something though about escaping. I felt like the everyone was looking at me and knew what had happened that day. That afternoon I flew to Johannesburg for business and I was treated like a porcelain doll, not only by my colleagues, but also by myself.
If only I knew.............................................
The Schedule
The Schedule looked something like this:
23 August 2010 till 19 September 2011
- The 16:00 -18:00, was the time I was to inject myself into my stomach. Every other second day.
- Please note that I have also shown on which was the last day of my cycle we were allowed to still have sex. It wasn’t easy doing to such a tight schedule and then still trying to be spontaneous about it.
- Day 11 was the day the day I gone for a check up to see if I have produced any eggs. And if it will be possible to do the insemination and if everything is still working according to plan.
- Day 13 was THE day. Hubby had to produce the healthy sperm and it was planted in.
23 August 2010 till 19 September 2011
Day 1
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Day 2
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Day 3
Fertomid
Menopur 16:00-18:00
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Day 4
Fertomid
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Day 5
Fertomid
Menopur 16:00-18:00
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Day 6
Fertomid
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Day 7
Fertomid
Menopur 16:00-18:00
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Day 8
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Day 9
Menopur
16:00-18:00
Progynova
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Day 10
Progynova
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Day 11
Progynova
Dr Shuda
Last sex day
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Day 12
Progynova
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Day 13
Progynova
Insemination
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Day 14
Progynova
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Day 15
Progynova
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Day 16
Progynova
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Day 17
Progynova
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Day 18
Progynova
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Day 19
Progynova
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Day 20
Progynova
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Day 21
Progynova
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Day 22
Progynova
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Day 23
Progynova
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Day 24
Progynova
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Day 25
Progynova
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Day 26
Progynova
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Day 27
Progynova
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Day 28
Progynova
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EXPLANATION:
- Please note that I have also shown on which was the last day of my cycle we were allowed to still have sex. It wasn’t easy doing to such a tight schedule and then still trying to be spontaneous about it.
- Day 11 was the day the day I gone for a check up to see if I have produced any eggs. And if it will be possible to do the insemination and if everything is still working according to plan.
- Day 13 was THE day. Hubby had to produce the healthy sperm and it was planted in.
Monday, 11 June 2012
What a support system
A support system, and you think when I talk about support, it’s the kind of support the Springboks get while playing against Australia. No, this is the kind of support that will chaperone the kids around when you are engaged. Or the kinds that will come during thunder and hard rains and try to settle a sick child. The people that will not think twice as to lie next to your side when you are emotionally drown. When trying to take care of 3 little newborn babies, keeping a marriage together, trying to go to work and begging for a social life, allot of things, for yourself, as mother, gets lots and forgotten. Even the basic need to eat is seen as a luxury. Never mind the washing or even the dishes. I remember very specific days/weekends when I was totally at the end of the road. Didn’t know where to turn or how to get where I was going. When babies fall sick, you as new mother want to know exactly what’s wrong and how to fix it. The main problem, being, of course, that you do not have clue, not because you’re incompetent, but just because it’s NEW. How are you supposed to know? And it’s okay not to know?
So, with this in mind. There is certain people that I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart. I know that I wouldn’t be able to do allot of this if it wasn’t for your SUPPORT, LOVE, UNDERSTANDMENT.
My brother and sister-in-law. Thank you for being such great people and everything that you have to for me. From the support that we have received when deciding to go through with the insemination until now. As well as the times that I know, my hubby needed advice or a shoulder. Thank you so much.
My mothers...............were to begin. I will definitely not be able to be the mother I am trying to be today, if it wasn’t for you being such a GREAT mother to me. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! You’ve held my hand during insemination, was there to witness the birth of you first born girls and helped me to shape them until today. I’m afraid to say, that I might have been insane if it wasn’t for you being my rock/my hard place. Thank you for always being willing to help, feed, bottle, burp, and make sandwiches, whatever I needed.
To my darling sister and brother-n-law, I have a very peaceful feeling within myself, knowing that the 2 of you will be the other direction arrows in my children’s lives. I love you both with my whole heart. And thank you for always being such an encouragement and great parents to your own child. Thank you for being such a great example in parents.
Dad, thank you for being my foundation. Always very eager to give a well deserved hug. I love you!!!
Then to my work colleagues and friends. Thank you for feeling sorry for me when I needed it. For giving advice when I had a hard time. For sharing a glass of wine or cup of coffee with me. Thank you so much. I know some of you will not even remember that moment, but there is a memorable moment with every friend that is cherished close to my heart.
My brother and sister-in-law. Thank you for being such great people and everything that you have to for me. From the support that we have received when deciding to go through with the insemination until now. As well as the times that I know, my hubby needed advice or a shoulder. Thank you so much.
My mothers...............were to begin. I will definitely not be able to be the mother I am trying to be today, if it wasn’t for you being such a GREAT mother to me. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! You’ve held my hand during insemination, was there to witness the birth of you first born girls and helped me to shape them until today. I’m afraid to say, that I might have been insane if it wasn’t for you being my rock/my hard place. Thank you for always being willing to help, feed, bottle, burp, and make sandwiches, whatever I needed.
To my darling sister and brother-n-law, I have a very peaceful feeling within myself, knowing that the 2 of you will be the other direction arrows in my children’s lives. I love you both with my whole heart. And thank you for always being such an encouragement and great parents to your own child. Thank you for being such a great example in parents.
Dad, thank you for being my foundation. Always very eager to give a well deserved hug. I love you!!!
Then to my work colleagues and friends. Thank you for feeling sorry for me when I needed it. For giving advice when I had a hard time. For sharing a glass of wine or cup of coffee with me. Thank you so much. I know some of you will not even remember that moment, but there is a memorable moment with every friend that is cherished close to my heart.
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