Some times technology cant help you…

Day 65 in my miracles life

I learned something last night….

I learned that sometimes technology as awesome as it is, sometimes cant really help you, sometimes it is more of a burden than a blessing, and i learned that sometimes, just as many people have told me before, sometimes you just need to have a little faith and put your trust in the Lord & yourself…

You see, last night was the second night my little miracle slept in her own room…

It was the hardest most pondered on decision of my life.  Ok so maybe not as hard as the decision to do IVF, hmm and maybe not as hard as the decision to put one or two embies back in… But it was hard!

I have spent the past few weeks debating whether it was time or not, and having an internal debate about baby monitors, thoughts and ideas swirling round my head, horror stories creeping into my dreams, yet at the same time dreams of a full nights sleep, and dreams that one day soon my husband and i can be more like partners rather than friends…

I wanted to do this right, i wanted to make sure i didnt desert my little one, and leave her in her own room for something dreadful to happen…. Because like every new parent, and maybe a little more because of what we have been through, i am so scared that something is going to happen, scared that my miracle will be taken away from me, and with all that they tell you with all the new information out there on SIDS, i wanted to make sure i was doing this right.

So i bought a monitor with sensor pads.

And for me, it didnt work…

The technology worked, but the fears were still there, the technology did not take my fears away, it did not help me get through the night without checking on my daughter a thousand times, the technology did not help me through the night without worrying that something was wrong, without thinking that the worst was to happen…

So i took it back.

Yup i took the fancy pants monitor back to the shop, and last night my daughter slept unasisted in her own room… Still in the basanett – but none the less, in her own room.

And guess what?

We made it, both of us.

Now tonight is another night, tomorrow is another day, but today i feel ok about it.  I am starting to believe that she will be ok in her own room, that after nine long months inside me and after nine short weeks by my side i am ready to close my eye of a night and know that she will be ok.

Maybe it seems a little dramatic, all this fuss over moving her 6 meters away (no seriously its about 6 meters) but after all that we went through, and through all the pain that will forever remain in my heart….  This is huge.

And from this experience i will know in my heart for the rest of my life that technology in all its glory, will never take away the fears we hold onto, that fear is something that we have to pass on, something we have to overcome in our own time and in our own ways.

As The Weeks Go By… 9 Weeks

Day 63 in my miracles life

The courage to be is the courage to accept oneself, in spite of being unacceptable. Paul Tillich

Am i the ‘wrong’ kind of parent?

Day 63 in my miracles life

I am slowly learning that there are a thousand and one different styles of parenting, that everyone has their own magical way, and that everyone believes in the way that they have done it and they believe in the way that works for them…

Fair enough – you do what works right?

But how do you know what works for you?

I am in the middle of confusion…

I am torn between what is right and what is wrong, what is good for Jennifer, and what i am going to ‘regret’ later on down the track.  I am scared and worried that i am the ‘wrong’ kind of parent, that what i do isnt healthy, that the way i work is going to make my baby too dependant, or too needy, or that i am being selfish, or that she is going to cry too much later down the track…

And the reasons that i am torn about how to handle different situations, the reasons these ideas have come into my head of late, is becuase that is what people have told me.

I know that i need to find what works for me i know that i need to find my feet and go with my gut, but i just dont know, ive never done this before i have never been in these situations and quite honestly i dont want to do something that is going to ‘hurt’ my baby, and i dont want to ‘stuff up’ what i worked so hard for…

Two months ago i never imagined that it would be quite so hard, or that i would get so entangled in what others thought, or what others said to me… I thought that it would all be pure instinct and that i would know exactly what to do in each situation because i had dreamed about being a mother for so long, but it just hasnt worked out like that…

Two months down the track people are asking me why my baby doesnt sleep through yet (mondays confusion) they are telling me that my child should have ‘regular’ naps in her cot and not on me, they are telling me that i should let her ‘self settle’ and i am being told that i should change my feeding routine to accommodate more routine nap times….

So how do i know what is right? How do i sift through the good advise and know what is right for me and Jennifer, how on earth do i know what will ‘hurt’ her and what is best for her?

How do i make sure that i am not the ‘wrong’ kind of parent?

I am ok…

Day 62 in my miracles life

To my dearest little miracle,

There is a tear rolling down my cheek this afternoon.  But today it is not because i am sad, it is not because i am hurting, and my love my tear is not because i am scared anymore…

My tear is simply because i am looking into your perfect eyes, my tear is because i am looking at your perfect smile, my tear is because you are real, because you a really laying in my arms staring right back at me.

Finally i can let out a sigh of relief.   I can finally say that you are mine, i can finally pick you up in my arms, and i can finally squeeze you so tight when you cry for me.

The tear on my cheek is because finally you are here, because finally i feel complete, because finally the pain has subsided, and my smiles are real.

Finally after all that we went through, finally after so much pain, finally after so much heart ache, finally after so many tears…

Finally i am ok.

Finally i.am.ok

Love from the mother that is and always will be.

I Am Exhausted! HELP!!

Day 61 in my miracles life.

Its been 61 days since i have had a good nights sleep.  61 days since my world was turned up side down in the most magical way, but 61 days where i have been living on pure love and hope.

And it is finally honestly beginning to take its toll.

I am exhausted, purely and utterly exhausted…

I need a good nights sleep, and i cant help but to wonder when that will be.

Sure my husband could take a night here and there, sure i could get six hours once in a blue moon, sure i could have a nap in the afternoon…. But that is not what i need.  I need my little lady to learn to sleep through the night, and i am wondering when this happens, i am wondering at what age does she no longer need to wake to feed, i need a time frame, i need to know how much longer to hold out for?

I have read the books, i am working the routines…. But still she wakes at 2.30 / 3.00 am each morning…

Is it me? Am i doing this wrong?  Or am i just being impatient?  Is my exhaustion taking over my reality checker?

I know she is small, i understand that she is young… But how long? How much longer will it be before i can see the light of a good nights sleep….

How much longer before the early morning screams turn into silence?

How do i approach this in the most selfless way?

Finally I am ok…

Because of you i am ok, finally i am ok.

As The Weeks Go By… 8 Weeks

Day 56 in my miracles life

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. English Proverb

I hate birthdays!

Day 53 in my miracles life

I used to love birthdays, i used to get so excited, i used to anticipate the day with baited breath and look forward to whatever exciting adventures i had planned for the day….

When i was a little girl i can remember waking up on my birthday morning to the smell of breakfast cooking, and be greeted in the kitchen by the most unbelieveable stack of presents – and my mom…

I remember the parties and the cakes, oh how i remember the wonderful cakes my mom used to spend hours making just perfect for me, and i remember just how loved i used to feel on my birthday…

But then i grew up…

Now there is no birthday morning breakfast, no presents, and of course no mom…  Over the past ten years i have learned through many bitter birthday disappointments, that birthdays are just another day, they are just another 24 hours of your life….

As the years pass by, and as the numbers become higher and higher i slowly begin to realise that never again will i feel as special as i did.  And this year in particular i have finally realised that that is ok, that i dont need any fuss, that i dont need anything to be excited about, i have finally reaslied that i dont really need a birthday anymore…

Because now i have someone else birthday to anticipate, i have someone else birthday to look forward to with baited breath, i have someone else that i need to think about….

I cant wait to get up early on August 25 each year and make someones favorite breakfast, i cant wait to put the presents on the kitchen table, i cant wait to throw birthday parties, i cant wait to spend hours cooking and preparing the perfect birthday cake, and i cant wait to be the one to wake up my precious daughter and scream ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ and tell her just how much her birthday means to me, just how much August 25 will always mean to me….

I cant wait to see my precious little lady count down the days until August 25, just as i counted down the days just two short months ago…

I dont want to go through it again, but am i being selfish?

Day 51 in my miracles life

All too often people assume they know who you are, and what you want in life and they assume the answer to a question that may never even really have been asked.  And it seems of late that the answer to a question that no one really ever asked me until now isnt what people expected of me and my husband, and it is making me doubt the family life i had always expected i would have, making me doubt the discussions my husband and i made long before we were even married.

Last year was a struggle for me, this year was a struggle for me, falling pregnant and being pregnant was the HARDEST thing i have ever done in my life.  I spent days and days crying, hurting, feeling abandoned by God, wishing my life wasnt my life, days hating my husband for no good reason, being sent round and round on an emotional roller coaster ride…

And i say without a doubt that it was worth it, but i know in my heart that i dont want to go through that again….  I know in my heart of hearts that one child, one precious little miracle is enough for me….

But it seems that a decision that my husband and i made quite some time ago, a decision that really even came about before the heartache that was 2009, is surprising people…. It seems that now that we have one child quite a few people believe that we should be having more, quite a few people have questioned my decision to go back on the pill, given me a perplexed look when i have mentioned it…

In my heart i know that my decision is what i want, i know that i dont want anymore children, i never did – i only ever wanted one precious little baby girl…. But now along with people questioning me, they are also questioning my husbands decision, people seem to believe that this may not be what he wants, not what he wanted all along, and in turn this is making me question the decisions my husband and i made so long ago… And because of these questions now i am scared that i have made my mind up for the both of us, i am scared that i am doing something that my husband doesnt want, i am scared he is just agreeing with me because it is what i want….

There are so many thoughts running through my head, and each time i doubt myself i look into the eyes of my baby girl and i know that i cant do it again, i know that this is enough for me, my heart is full…. But i dont know about my husband, and to be honest each time i go to ask him i freeze – scared that he will say that one child isnt enough, scared that i will have to go through so much pain, so much turmoil once again, scared that if my husband wants what i dont i wont know how to handle myself and make the decision that is right for the both of us….

Scared that i would make a very selfish decision for the both of us…. For the three of us….

As The Weeks Go By… 7 Weeks

Day 49 in my miracles life


Courage doesn’t always roar.  Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.
Mary Anne Radmacher