Over the course of the last few weeks, I’ve been feeling a hell of a lot like I’ve NO idea what I’m talking about and I’ve nothing to offer. I’ve been trying to figure out what my superpowers are and what it is that makes people keep coming back to my blog. It’s an awful feeling because along with it, come writers block! I’ve had serious writers block where every idea I have just seems like rubbish and a waste of my time! Finally, I read up a whole lot
This morning I read an old post of mine, Life is for living and it really inspired me. It reminded me of how far I’ve come in the last year and how hard it has been to shed my old skin and really and truly embrace who I am meant to be. There are always high demands on us. From the day we are born, our parents start measuring our milestones. We need to be at a certain point of we’re considered behind on the development spectrum. So what if
The year, started off quite nicely. Nothing fancy, just a little celebration in our home. A good way to bring in the new year. Half way through the year however, my grandfather became ill and discovered that he had already-too-advanced-to-bother-with-treatment-cancer. We basically waited for the next couple of months for the inevitable. He deteriorated very rapidly and died soon after that. My grandmother has since been slipping away into a world where her dementia allows her to cope with her grief. Did I mention he died while I was in
I think about my husband coming home, to an empty house, to an empty bed. I think about my bedside table, filled with junk, that I’ve been meaning for a while to sort through. I think about the bathroom cabinet with all my products, hardly used. I think about my closet, filled with appropriate clothes made to never go out of style. I think of the photo albums, of me, in my childhood, of my family home. I think of all the shoes and bags, taking up space, now abandoned.
A little while ago, a broken and damaged woman, newly a mother, newly without an appendix lay in a hospital bed in a tiny part of town. The news – we’re going to go back in. “In where?” you might ask, into the cavity of my body. The one they just took my son out of and a few days later the remains of an organ. The reaction – fear. Of course. I looked him in his eyes and I said “Okay, but promise me you won’t let me die”
I love writing about my experiences so that other people know they aren’t alone. I’ve had some pretty crappy times in my life but I’ve had some pretty amazing ones too! Life is a mix of ups and downs and sometimes you just have to close your eyes and make the leap to find your way! You never know what’s going to happen and sometimes it’s nice to just take a chance and try something new. In this case, Shanita took a huge leap of faith and moved across the world
It has been ten days since the last time I posted anything on my blog. In that time, I’ve been sick again and in hospital again. 🙁 This time for two abscesses that caused me severe pain. Both of them related to my previous injuries and previous surgeries. I guess this post isn’t anything profound – just an update on little old me and how I’m doing. Truth is, I’m exhausted. All. The. Time. Hospital sleep is absolutely rubbish. They wake you to offer you sleeping pills and the nurses
A long long time ago (okay not so long ago, more like two short months ago), I had a little visit to ICU. It wasn’t a long visit (only ten days) and nothing much can be recorded from my time there, with the exception of a little near death experience, lots of pain and even more hard core drugs! I say hardcore drugs because until my visit to ICU, I have nothing to compare the experience to. I am by no means the kind of person who experiments with drugs.
Recently, I posted several articles about my near death experience. Not your regular birth story There is always something to be thankful for It’s not an exaggeration, I nearly died. Why? Because I lived my life without ever being diagnosed with Endometriosis. In high school, not a month went by that I didn’t find myself at the school nurse. I wondered to myself, why didn’t other girls suffer like I did every month. Surely having your period didn’t mean that the world had to come to a standstill. When the
Guest Post by Jessie T When I got an email from Jessie asking to guest post on my blog, I was thrilled. I had planned on getting a few more guest posts scheduled for the first few weeks of my maternity leave. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to get around to doing much at all in those last two weeks of pregnancy since life had other plans for me and Oden was born early. I’ve been wanting to feature the personal stories of my readers for a while now. Stories that
The Balancing Act They Call Motherhood I’ve been a mom for 7 weeks. That’s if you don’t count the nine months of torture that was pregnancy (read all about how grumpy I was here). So I don’t claim to be an expert in motherhood or anything but here is what I’ve discovered about keeping sane with a newborn baby. Accept help from who ever is willing to give it! I can’t emphasise the importance of this one. Many new mothers feel that they need to prove something to someone and show
This is a post that I wanted to write almost two months ago. On the day that I started drafting it I went into labour. Yikes. Instead of coming home four days later with a newborn baby, I had to have two more surgeries and both baby and I only arrived home three weeks later. (Read about that here) It was one hell of an eye-opening experience but now that I’m almost back to my old self, my blog needs my attention and I can finally get back to doing what
Being a newbie mom Today my baby turns 6 weeks old. We’re taking him to get vaccinated and I’m terrified. I can’t handle the thought of my little guy being in pain. This feeling I suspect is one that won’t go away any time soon. It’s one that as a parent, I will have to get used to. I feel that over and over again I’m going to watch him get hurt and it’s going to break my heart. You see, already, in this short space of time, I
When you think of colostomy bags, your mind immediately goes to old people. It’s such a stigmatised thing that no one talks about it and people certainly don’t share the information willingly that they have one. It’s just something that is not spoken of. If you regularly read my blog, you will know I’ve recently had serious surgery. If you don’t know then read these posts; Not your regular birth story There is always something to be thankful for Well one of the delightful outcomes of my nightmare experience was
Watch this!! Refusing to Settle! I watched this TED Talk, have I told you how much I love these talks? There’s a talk for EVERYTHING and I can literally spend days watching talk after talk after talk. There are just so many truly inspirational people out there living their lives and being awesome. What really stuck with me though is that I love this talk not because Smiley is some sort of world genius or anything. He didn’t find the cure for Cancer, he didn’t adopt ten babies