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

Our announcement

For some of you that have been following, you know about our great news, but we haven’t shared it on Facebook yet, or extended family. So, we sent out our announcement this week, now that i’m entering my 12th week.

Short recap, I have two children, both of whom I had in my teens. I consider them my blessings even though it was hard raising them on my own for 10 years after their father and I separated.

I then met the husband I asked God for and he too has a little girl. He has shared custody and so she is with us every other week.

We were struggling with infertility. I have endometriosis and due to that, they had to remove one of my fallopian tubes and the other one is severely damaged and obstructed. So after a lot of prayer and talking, we embarked the IVF boat in September 2012.

Trial n1 (November 2012): 1 egg, fertilized : pregnant. Miscarried at 6 weeks
Trial n2 (March 2013): 1 egg, fertilized: no pregnancy
Trial n3 (May 2013): 1 egg, fertilized : pregnant, now 12 weeks

So, I am now 35 and when the baby will be born, it will have a 20 year age difference with his/her eldest sister. I am so looking forward to this new addition to our family and thank God for giving us this blessing once more.

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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.