Author: Oana

#Blog it for babies: My birth story

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Okay, saw this going around and I thought this could serve as free therapy while I’m doing a good deed. So here goes, the story of Emms’ birth. I had a “normal” pregnancy or a what I thought was a normal pregnancy. We had assumed that my extreme mood swings were caused by the hormones taking over my life. In fact, it was hypothyroid and it plagued our lives for at least a year. I felt extremely tired, got crossed with hubby over everything and after I had baby I felt teary, unable to cope and yes, moody! The good part was that I didn’t gain almost any weight(I put on 7.5 kilos only during the entire pregnancy) and I lost the baby weight and loads more in two weeks after I had her. I am writing all these because many times we bitch about women who have lost their pregnancy weight very quickly, unaware of the fact that there might be a medical condition behind all the happy appearances. Anyway, going back to the …

Compelled by His loving kindness…

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I haven’t posted in absolute ages. I had little to say. Little made sense to my mind in the last couple of weeks. You see, things haven’t been right with us for a while…Who am I kidding? For a long time. Forever. The way we started wasn’t right. It wasn’t how God had intended it. But I didn’t think He would mind. After all, I was trying to build a family and He loves and blesses families, right? Right?? So a harsh word here and an out of proportion reaction there weren’t going to matter. Except for the fact that I was trying to build a life outside His will. On the other side of the barricades, someone else was trying to build business(es)  in order to support his family. And God loves enterprising people, right? Right?? So a late night here and a weekend spent solely working there weren’t going to matter. Except for the fact that he was trying to build a business outside His will. It took Him five and a half …

In action

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I haven’t blogged in a while because there have been many things happening with us and I’m still trying to sort my thoughts. There’s nothing coherent in my head to write about yet. I am taking part in the Gallery tomorrow so I’m going to post a few pictures related to this week’s theme: activity. Talk soon!

On illness and encouragement

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Okay, I was hoping to go and see the Titanic Quarters last weekend but the opportunity never materialised. Instead I was back to nursing sick people in our home. This time it was my hubby. He came down, fast and furious, with the same throat infection Ems had at Easter. And I was not a happy bunny!!

It’s not the nursing that got to me, it’s never the nursing in itself, it was the constant moaning: one toddler on the mend, making demands for my exclusive attention; one sick hubby, feeling sorry for himself and sniffling miserably around the house.That and the ISOLATION. You have to remember I had been in the house ALL Easter week with a feverish child (she was given antibiotic that Friday but she was still weak on Easter Sunday) and I missed hubby’s birthday party on Easter Saturday and the Easter service. Both events had been much anticipated but eluded me at the last moment. I just couldn’t bring myself to drag a wretched toddler out of the house just because I needed to see friends and take part in the Easter celebrations.

So all that kept building up over two weeks. And it did get to me this Sunday past. So as the worthy daughter of a former nurse, I ordered hubby to see the out of hours doctor and stop moping about and then I had an emotional shut down. I just didn’t have anything else to give. I downloaded the second book in The Hunger Games trilogy and I finished it in a day and a half. That sort of focused my mind on something else. Today I came upon this other book, “Mother Letters”, that’s just been released. “Share the mess and the glory”, such an appropriate logo for parenthood. It promises encouragement and support, a silent companion for mothers everywhere. Check it out, I sure will, my only regret is that I haven’t found it on Sunday night. It might have filled my emotional tanks sooner…

Little Miss Contrary, sick toddlers and un-conditional love

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Okay, so this Easter hasn’t been the easiest we’ve had. For the same reason the past Christmas or our visit to New York or many other occasions haven’t been the easiest. My toddler had yet another infection and after a nightmarish week was finally put on antibiotics on Friday and order has fragilely been restored by Sunday. I say fragilely because as soon as she was over the fever and the Paracetamol-induced snoozing clinginess and extreme mood swings kicked in. One evening, after a fit over something ridiculous like “I didn’t want my shoes off!” that lasted 15 minutes and left us all completely drained, I rummaged the garage for “new” toys, in order to distract her attention and I came upon my stash of “for later” books. Books she got from friends and family at birthdays and special occasions but hadn’t been age appropriate at the time. Among them, three of the “Little Miss” collection, by Roger Hargreaves . Because my Little Miss was in bed already I sat down with “Little Miss Contrary” …