8 weeks MORE!!!! YAAAY!

IT's been a looooooooooooooong time coming.

I've been lazy and procrastinated long enough.

Everytime i set my mind to updating this blog, i find a million and one reasons to shy away.

It's been a long journey with mixed emotions ...but i find it will all be worth it in the ner 8 weeks.

I' posted sometime back about pain i was feeling...and yes i mentioned that someday i'd talk about it.

It's prolly time i did too.

You know the saying "Pain endures for a night ,...but joy comes in the morning?"...well that's me...that's my story.

I praise God for who He is and how He keeps His promises to His children. 

It's March 16th today, 2 and a half days to my wedding anniversary...it will be our 2ND!!!

2 years together..how time flies. It feels like only yesterday when we got married. 

Two weeks into our marriage i had a word from God assuring me that i'll hold my own baby in my arms...of course i never doubted my ability to bear children especially as i had never done anything to jeopardise those chances. He even went ahead to give me an idea which month to expect my baby. All this while the hubby and i weren't exactly planning to start a family soon...you know, we wanted to give ourselves a year to enjoy married-life and put a few things together..so yes i was on a method.

Six months into the method, however, i decided to let it go as i was most not enjoying the side effects that came with it. October 2011 to be precise...In December 2011, we were excited to discover we were expecting. At this point in my life the devil was attacking my family strongly. Work demands and stresses from home were mounting. Sadly we lost our precious little gem. Its was heart-breaking...we were nearly devastated but God's rhema kept me going.

We tried hard after that, God knows we did...each month passed unepected. that May 30th 2012, it happened again, but the joy was once again short-lived. This time, we waited 3 months to try again....and GOD hasn't stopped being faithful since!

We're 38 weeks preggers with our little prodigy! This lil one kicks like Messi...man he had come play some football! It's been months of nausea, vomiting, heart burns, carpal tunnel syndrome, sleepless nights ...and oh, my ICE pica...i totally crave ice! Combined with work...it gets really stressful. I just got back to work after a 3 weeks break but i can't wait for the next 2 months to go by quickly so i kiss those 5 toes and 5 fingers on each limb. I really can't wait to wake up in the middle of the night to feed my bundle of joy and make funny faces together.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...
 you make me happy ..when i am down..."

At Last - The Celebration!

Been a long time coming!

Ok guys! Been a minute., but i'm back with some good news. Yes, the much awaited anniversary get-away finally happened. Yes it did...and i'm typing right now from my suite at the plush Movenpick ambassdor hotel(yes i'm on the presidential floor and what a treat i've had)!

If you've been following me , you prolly know what i'm talking about. I'll keep it short...and spare you most of the details...maybe i'l post a vlog later..for now...just feast your eyes on my teaser pictures! Enjoy!

Anniversary Blues!!!

Not in a writing mood today... So I'm posting my first voice blog.   Maybe when I'm back to happy me...I'll write my thoughts too. Ok..later.

ANTI-CLIMAX!!!

So i was super excited about going on leave like 5days ago...last monday to be precise. I was really looking forward to my 18 working-days leave and then some(after four long months of non-stop 7days a week job) and i was looking forward even more to our 1 year wedding anniversary on March 19th. It seemed everything was going to plan until that faithful morning....Yes the morning of my last Emergency duty shift before leave started.

 Its about 5:10 am,Wednesday Feb 29th, and hubby gets a call. His kid sister is on the line...she's frantic about their dad not being well. He tries to calm her and picks up his car keys, informing me he's heading home to see his dad. I try to go back to sleep thinking..."i hope she's not exaggerating..it's a bit early for that", but i'm also thinking..."I hope He is well".

Approximately 5:15 am, my phone's ringing. Hubby "Babe, can u go with me, my dad is said to be unresponsive". I bolt out of bed immediately, thankful i went to bed in a maxi dress, my hair looks hideous as i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. For a moment, i'm confused, don't know where my slippers are at, where my stethoscope's at...I grab my white coat...pass my hand through my hair and dash downstairs.

The journey to get his dad was a formula 1 race experience for me...we eventually caught up with the car that had conveyed his dad to a private clinic ...as usual, there was no doctor on the premises. I did the best i could to stabilise my father-in-law, who at this point is deeply unconscious and having a mild seizure. Then it was another formula 1 experience back to Korlebu Teaching Hospital, amidst pouring rain..and traffic.We almost did a full spin once and nearly crashed into a wall.

Six-thirty am: We arrive at the emergency unit, where my shift will be starting at 8am that morning. The doctors on duty see him and we get a CT scan done. My father in law has a stroke which was secondary to a heart condition, atrial fibrillation to be exact. He had thrown a clot from the heart into the brainstem...the prognosis did not look good. It was really devastating watching my husband almost break down! We did our very best, but my father-in-law passed away 8:30pm, Thursday March 1st, 2012, leaving us all broken.

(Papa getting his drink on)

Its been a difficult 3 days since. Its been sad seeing my husband who looks so well composed and almost unshakeable break down every so often and cry when he talks about how his dad, despite his faults would chat with he and his 3 siblings, how he thought him some aspects of his trade as a dentist, how he insited on a simple and short funeral if and when he passed away, how he was proud that all his kids had graduated from university and were making him proud, how he's say "i don't want any tributes at my funeral...you guys are my tributes!"

These moments sadden me and make me want to cry too. I try to be strong for my hubby, so he'd be strong for his mum and siblings. These moments, however, make me realise what i'v been missing in my own home. While i wouldnt want to wash my dirty linen in public, it hurts me to know that my family unit is not half as happy as the Glover family was while Papa as they called him was alive; that my dad hardly talks and laugh with us,that my parents seem to be distant towards each other...that the few times we've sat together as a family over dinner, it felt really odd, almost uncomfortable...i could go on an on...but i won't. I am resolved to make my marriage work; to have a happy bubbly family no matter what it takes..to help my husband be the best husband and dad he can ever be...to put smiles on the faces of the children God blesses us with..and above all...to lead my family to Christ...and to stay in him.

For now, i take delights in these words: "Come unto me, all [ye] that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28