Please meet our blessing

I’m proud to announce the birth of our son born in December 2013.

I’m sorry that it took so long to announce it, but it didn’t really go as planned and I am only now getting back into the swing of things. Baby is home and sleeping longer hours now making it easier on me to write.

In the coming weeks I will be blogging about our birth adventure, because it was a adventure indeed. Our little man didn’t feel like waiting until February to come when he was actually due so he really gave us a scare. He is now 5 months old and getting better. He still has some issues due to him being born so little, but we will continue to put our trust into God.

In the meantime, meet our youngest sprout, God’s gift unto us.

Our son, 1 day old

Our son, 1 day old

Now 5 months old

Now 5 months old

Can’t anything go smoothely for us?

Plancenta Previa

Placenta praevia (placenta previa AE) is an obstetric complication in which the placenta is inserted partially or wholly in lower uterine segment.[1] It can sometimes occur in the later part of the first trimester, but usually during the second or third. It is a leading cause of antepartum haemorrhage (vaginal bleeding).

 

Or how my doctor calls it : a ticking time bomb. Fun, right?

Oh well, here I am then, at 27 weeks and 7 days pregnant and have been in hospital for 5 days due to hemorrhaging and will probably be here up until the baby is born. So here I am, updating my blog, keeping my mind off what could happen and praying like never before.

Have you ever heard of it before? Have stories to share? Please do, I like being prepared.

Eldest daughter helping with the heart monitor.

Eldest daughter helping with the heart monitor.

On a last note about my question, I’m sure others have wondered about it in their own circumstances, I cannot stand in the shoes of God and give a complete answer to that question. I don’t have God’s mind. I don’t see with God’s eyes. First Corinthians 13:12 says, “Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.”

Our tiny little miracle!

I’m sorry that I haven’t been updating my posts, it’s just that I wanted to be very careful about what I was going to say.

You know that I had a miscarriage on New Year’s eve of a 6 week old embryo whose heart just didn’t start to beat. But today I do have the courage, the courage to tell you all that I AM again pregnant!

It’s now been 9 weeks and I have had 3 sonograms. We saw and heard the heartbeat at 6 weeks and yesterday we saw the ‘baby’ move! I couldn’t believe eyes and asked my husband if he saw it too. Just making sure that I wasn’t hallucinating there. But I wasn’t. It was the most incredible moment, E-v-e-r!

Dear Father God, I thank you for letting us see our baby move for the first time. I pray for our baby’s heart as it finishes dividing into four chambers, and the valves start to form — as do her/his tiny teeth. I also pray for our baby’s organs, muscles, and nerves that are now kicking into gear. You already know who this baby will be, a girl or a boy, yet it is only now forming in my womb. Let it all happen according to your will.

Please take the anxiety away from me and help me trust You in full.

Bless all who deal with loss, infertility and all who visites my humble blog, in Jesus Christ name I pray,  Amen.

9 weeks

 

He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children. Praise the LORD! – Psalms 113:9

I’m a mummy in mourning

I’ve never really enjoyed Christmas that much before I met my husband but every year since we met, it was getting better and better. This year especially. I couldn’t wait to put up the Christmas decorations. My husband and kids were joking around in their Christmas hats and I couldn’t resist to taking loads of pictures and sharing them on Instagram. Then when our beautiful tree was all done up, we took a few pictures of us sitting next to it. Well, a few is not the word,  I was horrified at how fat I looked on the pictures, so I made everyone move around until I looked less fat. Me looking less fat was only possible by me sitting on the bottom of the stairs, between two of my kids and directing  the camera to just above my waist. Still I though that I looked hideous, but I calmed myself down with the idea that next year, we would be holding our new addition to the family in next year’s Christmas pictures. Yep, I was pregnant. But two days before Christmas, I was bleeding heavily, the doctor reassured me and said that it was due to a blood cloth next to the baby, not to worry and so Christmas came, and I received a knitted bonnet from my sister -in -law, but the Friday after Christmas , the doctor couldn’t see a heartbeat and on New Year’s eve, I spent it in the ICU, having a miscarriage.

Despite our great loss, I can’t imagine not experiencing the joy that we did over our child’s conception.  I can’t imagine not sharing in the love of our child with our family and friends, or sharing it with the world.  I can’t imagine not learning the difficult but beautiful lessons about life and death that we have through this experience.  Losing our child through miscarriage does not undo all that was done.  The baby was conceived.  He or She was loved.  I was blessed to carry the him/her.  We are all blessed to carry him now in our hearts till we meet him again.  I want every woman to know that her child’s life, her experience in carrying her daughter or son, is a gift, no matter how it’s packaged. He just got the heaven before we did, he is already home.

I dedicate this video of ‘Glory Baby’ by Watermark to our lost baby.

My kids and me (1996)

God loves the pregnant teen

Wow, your little brother is so cute” …said a couple of elderly ladies while peeping into the baby the carriage that I was pushing around during a shopping trip. I took a deep breath like many times before and said;

“Well thank you, but he’s actually my second child”.

And there it was. The expression of stupor upon these ladies faces. I’ve come to anticipate this reaction and have grown used to it.

Still to this day, 18 years after my eldest child was born, I still notice the ill concealed shocked faces when telling people the ages of my children.

By the age of 17, I was a mother to two children. Having had my eldest at 15 years old and 11 months. Her brother quickly followed 22 months after.

In those days, I’ve always seemed to be an oddity. Nowadays you will regularly hear about teenage pregnancies, they even make shows about them as if it has become normal and as if it’s a glamorous life. But when I was a young mom 18 years ago, it still was pretty much the scandal. I had people staring at my belly while waiting in line in the grocery store and I had kids yelling foul names at me in the street. It left me feeling ashamed, yet, I couldn’t wait to meet the little girl growing inside of me.

I’ve had many people come up to me and ask the same questions over and over and you can see that people stereotype teen parents. They usually think of us as stupid, irresponsible, selfish, promiscuous and more, regardless the situation we are in and without knowing us.

Here are some recurring questions (and answers) that people would ask me.

  • “How old are you?”

People usually ask first how old my children are and then ask me how old I am…then you quickly see them making the calculations in their mind. So I quickly tell them, yes, I was almost 16 with my first and 17 with my second —SHOCK!

  • “Do they have the same father?”

This question really baffled me at the start. What does that have anything to do with anything? Or how could someone actually ask it, it seemed really rude to me and still does. The answer is yes, they do have the same father and someone actually responded “Oh thank God”…I’m still trying to figure out why, I guess it’s the assumption that we are all promiscuous.

  • “Did you want to have the baby or was it an accident?”
I didn’t plan my first baby. I was on birth control, but apparently not taking it properly. I’ll save you the details. Our second baby came naturally, I wasn’t on birth control so I knew that I could get pregnant again. We (the parents) were by that time living together and the baby was welcome.
  • “Where you scared when you found out?”

YES! Plain and simple.
  • “Did you ever consider abortion?”

Others considered it for me. Being an adoptee and not having the best of experiences while growing up with my adopted divorcee mother, adoption was out of the question. Not an option I had to fight my mother allot , but in the end, it was my choice to keep my baby and no one could force me otherwise.
  • How did the father react?”

I rather not talk about him out of respect for my children. He has always been a part of their lives but we separated around the time of the birth our second child.
  • “Don’t you feel like you missed out during your teen years?”

Missed out on what? The road that would/could have been mine, didn’t look that great. I was living with my adoptive mother who is an alcoholic and was very abusive. I needed to take care of myself since my parents divorced when I was thirteen. I had to take care of myself because ‘the mother’ was constantly in and out of psychiatric wards and when she was home, she was either in the local pub or passed out in the couch. I was planning on ending my life before finding out that I was pregnant and still to this day, I see my teen pregnancy as a blessing. I see it as an event that has saved and changed my life.
Because of my daughter, I had a reason to live. I had a reason to fight in life and that’s what I did. I didn’t feel alone any more because I had someone who was actually a part of me, my blood and whom I knew really loved me.

My kids and me (1996)

I am in no way, advertising teenage pregnancy because it’s not glamorous, it’s not easy it’s not something you should plan. I’m just trying to share with you, how I experienced it. I was scared, ashamed and emotional and unfortunately didn’t have the support I needed from my parents at that time. My father living across the ocean and my mother was just not capable and still isn’t. I felt like God hated me and that I would never be close to Him again, because there was no one around to explain to me that this is NOT how God works. Instead, people chose to judged me.
What I really needed to know then and what I would like share with other girls now is that no matter what, God loves you! It’s not because you made a mistake that God will leave you, He will be there on your new journey into motherhood, if you will just let Him. There is nothing that you can do that will make God stop loving you. Nothing. All children are blessings from God and He has a plan for each one (Psalm 139:13-18). Even if the circumstances in which they come may be less than ideal, that child is as precious and loved by God as any other.
And the pregnant girl is just as precious to God.
To you parents dealing with a pregnant teen, I want to let you know that God does give the best direction to follow. He can show you how to respond and flourish in spite of the less than ideal situations. He will guide you to make good decisions, He will work miracles that open up hope where none existed and through it all He will be a constant companion who will bring peace in your heart. I know this because He has done it for me and He made us a promise in the Old Testament : “For God has said, ‘I will never fail you. I will never forsake you’” ~ Hebrews 13:5
Put your faith in God. You will never be disappointed!
God is a powerful God and He can even make a blessing out of our sin. The biggest blessing in my life are my children, He has made me how I am today, through them.
“and we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” ~ Romans 8:28 (ESV)

Cannibalistic Hamster

My step-daughter’s mom is leaving town for a week and asked if we could take care of  V’s pet hamster.

I must say, I’m not really fond of the vermin. I L-O-V-E animals , absolutely adore them. But when my kids were younger, they had pet hamsters too. Djungarian hamsters to be more specific.I think they were about 5-6 of them. We didn’t know at the time, but we had a female and a male hamster, and well, I don’t need to tell you the specifics of what had happened, but we ended up with a bunch of hamsters.

Anyway, one day, I realized that we were missing one. I frantically looked around the house to see if it had escaped, checked the cage, checked under the furniture, in all of the rooms, but it was never found again. A few days later, the same thing happened. I asked the kids if they took the hamsters out to play and lost them (My friend had once lost his hamster while playing in the couch with it and that hamster too, was never found again. The hamster went into a hole of the coach and never came out, yuck) But the kids almost in tears and had said that they didn’t.

In the end hamsters kept on disappearing until only one was left, covered in blood. Only then did I know that we were the unfortunate owners of a cannibal hamster. Ta-Da-Daaa!

I wouldn’t go near that thing anymore, I was traumatised. So I gave it away telling the new owners to definitely never buy him a friend !I don’t think that I ever told them why. Then, I told the kids that he too  had disappeared, bad mama! But they know the truth now. Like the time I replaced one of my son’s fish when it died. “ Euh,Mom, why does my fish has more freckles on it’s back”…I can’t remember what I had said, but knowing me, it was probably a load of baloney. Oepsie!

Now having this hamster stay with us for the week is making me uneasy. It took me some time before I would go near it and now that I have, he looks kind of cute. Not in a “I’m going to hold you in my hands so you can eat me cute” just cute in a fluff ball kind of way. Yet, I can’t help it ,I’m still holding a grudge on the entire hamster species. While I’m writing this post, it’s looking at me with his black googly eyes…eating.

evil hamster

BTW, did you know that according to Uncyclopedia, these rodents are communists? Building an army? Click on the link if you don’t believe me.

Oh well, I guess it will only be for the week. If our cat Snowflake doesn’t make the hamster …“disappear” that is.  Moehahahaha!

snowflake and hamster

Bad bad mommy.

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Bad bad mommy…and daddy!

Yesterday, after a long day of work,  I came home not only to cook diner for my family but I had forgotten our youngest daughter of 9 , had a school project due for the next day. I’ve never been good at getting stuff done well ahead of time and this project wasn’t any different.

Her project was about Brussels. You know, the capital town of the European Union and of Belgium? You might be rolling your eyes at your screen now, but believe me, when I’m travelling and I say that I live in Belgium, I’ve had people tell me “Oh yeah, the capital of Brussels!”. I’m then the one rolling my eyes.

Anyway, that was off topic, back on the subject now. I came home, cooked diner and for the first time in my life, I baked a whole batch of Belgian waffles. Here they call them “Brusselse wafels”. They looked pretty good, but I wasn’t convinced about the taste. Oh well. You can see a bit missing on the bottom waffle….I’m the culprit.

While I was doing that, my husband was putting the Atomium together. We had a little argument about ; how much parental help is too much help with school projects? I mean, I was baking waffles and he’s making the Atomium and all the while Veruna is asking ” Can I help, please? Can I do something please?”  I hope we haven’t scared her for life now. Bad mama, bad papa! I’m promising myself that I will let her do her next project by a-l-l by herself, with maybe some help from me.

Once my husband had put the whole thing together, she did get the chance to help wrap the darn thing in alunium, alumion, aluminum….Arg, in foil. The next stage was hiding it from the cats. They destroy everything that catches their interest. This was the finished product :

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the Atomium, this is what it looks like in real life :

Atonium

Atonium (Photo credit: Med PhotoBlog)

So by the time my hubby finished the construction and I finished making the waffles (made more than was planned because everyone kept on eating them) it was almost 11 pm…Noy much of a relaxing evening. Thank Goodness it’s Friday folks!

Have a great weekend!

How to make your kid “unfriend” you on Facebook.

I came by this motivational whilst “Stubbling” and felt immediately connected to this mother.  When I sometimes see my son’s status it surprises me. He never talks or acts like that at home. Teens, weird.

So I was telling my son about this funny pic on top and he looked at me with dread in his eyes. “That’s sooooo not cool mom, I’m going to have to unfriend you if you post it or do the same.”

OK then, I’m not posting it to my status but posting it on my blog where thousands of others can see it. Hey, it’s not about him and it’s not on my Facebook. Win-Win!

Invasion of Cats – Sleeping with cats

Can you spot the teen?

Our cats are attracted to our our beds like I am pulled to a newly bought tub of  Ben & Jerry’s (embarrassing). It’s crazy, we usually don’t let the cats sleep with us in our beds, but my son is sick at home and wanted the company, so within the minute of leaving his bedroom door open, this is was the result.

I would like to think that it’s because our cats love us so much, but I’m more inclined to think that it’s because we ‘re a pretty efficient source of heating instead.

After about five minutes later my son yelled from his room : “Mom, can you please get the stupid cats out of here, I can’t sleep.” 

Hey, at least they weren’t lying on him, or up on his face like they usually do.

Sleeping with cats?

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