I’ve hit 50 Followers!!!

Hello, I hope you are well and keeping safe. How is the week going? How is work? How is business? Thank you for stopping by. The week is going well and there is a new visa alert that I will post about soon so I’ll say the week is going well. I have some GTE forms to assist students with this week. Never mind, this is not a work post, it is a happy postπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒπŸ’ƒ

This is a quick one to say thank you! I’ve reached the 50 followers milestone and I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you for stopping by, for reading my posts, for liking my posts and for following my blog! I really appreciate it. It is a great encouragement to me.

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I started a while back but only just recently actively picked up writing more frequently. It is what I enjoy doing and wonder why I stayed away for this long. You know what they say, “when it’s time, it’s time”! (not sure whose quote that is though). I guess it’s time. If there’s anything you have been trying to do, why not give it a shot? Start somewhere, you’ll be amazed.

I will keep the posts coming, about study abroad and everything that comes with it, experiences at work and at home, though they tend to be one and the same most of the time because I work from home and maybe also post some random thoughts along the line.

Thank you once again, until next time. Keep well. Rest when you need to. Pace yourself. Eat right. Be kind. And best of all, be happy! Enjoy the rest of the week. Bye for now πŸ‘‹

My First Birthing Experience ~ JBoy

Hi, I hope you are well and keeping safe. I am keeping safe : ) It is a weekend and I absolutely love the weekends because I get to spend quality time with my children and do other stuff I don’t get the chance to do during work week. I also get to reflect and think about all the things I’ve been through, how I survived and where I am now.

One of the experiences I am currently reflecting on was when at 33 weeks, I went for a gynae visit on a Thursday and had the baby 2 days after 😲😲 yes, that’s right and that is what I am sharing in this post. It was not a funny or easy experience and looking back now, I can only be grateful for strength from above because I wouldn’t have pulled through without it. It is a story about how a gynaecologist visit turned out to be an emergency delivery.

When I was 32 weeks pregnant, I fell down the stairs but I guarded my belly so I thought that since I did and I felt okay, all was well. A few days after, I noticed that my boy was no longer kicking as usual. There was a particular song that I always sang for him which got him kicking every time but it did not work this time. My husband, who plays the saxophone, also had a particular song he played for him and when he did, there was just a tiny little kick like to say, I’m still here. I knew he was still there but wasn’t really himself so I called the gynae to move my weekly visit from Friday to Wednesday and his PA told me he was out of the country. I said to her that I was going to find another gynae to check us asap however the earliest appointment I got was for Thursday at noon. First thing on Thursday morning, we went to pick my mom who had just arrived from a 6 hour trip. The plan was for her to come a little earlier so we could do the baby shopping together. I hadn’t bought anything. Nothing at all! About 8am, I received a call to inform me that my gynae had landed and he could see us at 10am. I was really glad because I was used to him, would have been awkward seeing someone different and narrating the whole pregnancy journey in one visit. Hubby and I got there right on time and when it was our turn, we went in and chatted a bit. He asked some questions during the consultation and said it was time for the scan.

Hmm, as soon as he did the scan, his face changed. The look on his face scared me. He said to us and I quote “we have to get your baby out this weekend”. I said to him, no please, I will rest more, eat better and every other thing I could think of because I suffered anemia throughout the pregnancy so I thought I only needed to take care of myself a little more. However he said to me that the only way my baby could survive was if he was taken out by the weekend and so, without much choice, I got admitted and got the first steriod shot almost immediately, for the lungs to develop.

Long story short, on Saturday, two days after the gynae visit, at 10:18am, my son was delivered and he weighed 1.6kg. He had to be taken out asap due to what was explained to me as “placenta insufficiency”. He was no longer receiving enough blood and oxygen from me which explained why he didn’t have enough strength to kick when we sang/played his favorite songs. Fast forward to date, he is now 5 years old and is very healthy and very intelligent. He makes me super proud and is such a sweet little boy! That is my miracle boy with his little sister in the picture : )

Did I cry during that experience? Of course, several times! The worst part for me was when I was discharged five days after delivery and had to go home without my baby boy. That surely wasn’t the plan, no, not at all. But guess what? I survived it! How? It felt like I wouldn’t be able get through the situation. To be honest, not quite sure but I went to NICU almost every day and took him expressed milk, did the kangaroo anytime the nursing sisters allowed me to and most importantly, I kept praying. It took him a while before he gained 2kg, the special expected weight gain for preemies. He eventually got to 2kg and he could have his first bath!! Exactly four weeks after, we could take him home! Oh the joy and excitement!!

Looking back now, I realize that there are lessons to pick from the experience. Number one, no matter how difficult a situation looks, it will always get better with time and if you believe. I prayed so hard and hoped that we wouldn’t spend more than a week but in the fullness of time (4 weeks) he was discharged. Yes, not as quickly as I wanted but he was discharged and has been with us since then. I am super grateful for how healthy he has been since then. Lesson two, please pay attention to your body and your baby whilst pregnant. Keep a record of kicks and compare. If not sure, see a gynae. I would have seen someone else, just to be sure. The third lesson is that pregnant women should not leave their shopping till the last minute! No, don’t do that!! Start buying things in bits and pieces. My sister had to go and do all my baby shopping in one day and in a rush. She was shopping whilst I was in the theater. I don’t think that would have been a good experience for her and for me as I didn’t get to choose what I really wanted but to be honest, I loved all that she bought. I am sure there are many more lessons from this experience but I will stop here. Please feel free to leave more lessons in the comment section so mothers-to-be can learn from them.

Thank you so much for reading, I am glad you stopped by. What do you think of this experience? The birth of my second child is another lengthy story, for another postπŸ™‚ Have you had any experiences that you look back and are not quite sure how you survived it? Let’s read it, it might encourage someone out there! I hope mine has encouraged someone out there and let them know that they will pull through and all will be wellπŸ˜‡ please like and share till someone who needs to read this, gets to read it. And kindly subscribe for more life experiences in short blogs (I hope this qualifies as short).

Keep well, stay safe. Bye for now.

Heart in my mouth!!

Hi, thank you for stopping by. How are you doing? How have you been? How is work? How is your business doing? It has been a while and all sorts have happened to me but here I am, live and direct!

Today, I am going to write about the event that occurred around this really cute picture that got my heart right in my mouth, yes in my mouth! It was in December, a few years ago when my son was about three years old. He had a playdate with a friend’s child and we had decided to go to a family restaurant called Papachinos because it had a play area and we thought the children could play there and have a nice time there. The particular restaurant actually had two play areas, one inside where one had to pay to get on some rides and another one outside with swings and slides and others they could access for free while we ate.

When we got there, my precious JBoy was really excited because I had taken him there a few times and he loved the place. He started jumping and was pointing to the indoor play area but I said to him, baby, we are playing in the outdoor area today. He was a little upset but got over it quickly. We were seated and placed our various orders, ate and the children kept playing in the outdoor area and were obviously enjoying themselves. Between my friend and I, we took turns looking after our children whilst they played and had a fun date. Then it happened, I suddenly could not find my son. I looked everywhere, no sign of him, I asked his friend where he was, she didn’t know. We asked the waiters, everyone joined us in the search. My friend started to panic but I was calm. Calm because I know the restaurant well and was sure that they wouldn’t have let a little boy leave by himself so I knew he was still inside the restaurant with us. I checked the bathroom, asked a gentleman to help look in the men bathroom. Finally, I went back to the indoor play area to check again, there he was on the horse with this look on his face. Till date, I still have no exact words to express what emotion/s I felt when I found him- relief, joy, anger, understanding, all sorts. Understanding, because I remembered that he initially wanted to play there and I had said no so he had to find a way to get there. Where he was when I first checked and didn’t find him, I guess I will never know but I felt super grateful that we found him. My heart started moving slowly back into its right position.

He had never done anything like that before, ever, which means that he really wanted to play in that indoor area. My thinking was, why pay when there are so many free rides, and I’m guessing his thinking was, why can’t I get on this horse ride, just once and see how it feels : ) He caused me panic but I learned a lot from that experience. The major thing I learned was that I should say yes sometimes, if I can put it that way. Children honestly just want to experience a particular thing and not just “waste” money as we are quick to think.

I must praise myself though! I’ve always been known to be calm and peaceful even in crazy situations but in this experience, I actually outdid myself. I just knew he was going to be found right there and within the restaurant. I also knew that panicking wouldn’t have made much difference during the search. Looking back now, I have surely been more watchful over him and he has also grown to a level where he can effectively communicate and be clear with his requests and making sure I understand why he is making such a request πŸ˜‡

Yes, that was my heart in my mouth experience. Have you experienced any? At work, family event, vacation? Feel free to share in the comment sectionπŸ˜„πŸ€­ please like, share and subscribe to encourage me. Thank you for reading this. I hope you stop by next time.

Keep well, stay positive, all will be well, if you believe. Bye for now!!