One day, long ago...
For the rest of my life, I think that pregnancy and babies get something that should happen so naturally and easily ... without any serious complications, without injections, without planning ... just "happening".
With my mum trip I realized what an incredible privilege and miracle it is to get pregnant first, secondly, not to lose the baby in the first trimester, third, to put the baby in your stomach for the full 40 weeks wearing and finally having a healthy, living baby.
It all started at the end of 2013. My husband and I were ready to start the whole "let's get kids" story. My husband is in the fleet and is pretty much away from home. He returned to sail at the end of November after 2 months of sailing. After so many of my girlfriends took years to get pregnant, I thought we should start and then hopefully we'll see something in about 6 months. But no, we are quickly blessed and on Christmas morning we found out I expected! What an incredible Christmas gift it was.
Two days later, on December 27, my husband was re-deployed for so-called 3 months to Mozambique. It was terrible to greet him. We had just done the stick test and could only get to the doctor in January. I knew the 3 months would be an emotional and difficult time for me to struggle with everything on my own. Little did I know then that the 3 months would change in almost 5 months.
Early in January I received the bad news that one of my best friends lost her baby at 12 weeks. And another good friend found out that she could never get pregnant. I have the life that has grown in my growth and have realized how blessed I am to grow a real person within me.
My pregnancy was so normal. I was terribly scared and got to know the toilet's edge well in the first trimester. I was tired and wanted to go for kalamari, pink Steri stumps and cucumber during the second trimester. All my scans were normal and baby Kriel was healthy and grew nicely.
I am quite a woman who is very proud to be able to do things myself and will see myself as a DIY person. I don't just cry and take most things in my walk. For the first time I was extremely emotional to do things without my husband. It was hard for me to always be dependent on others to do silly things that I usually do myself. Just like loading the 25kg dog food bag out of the boot, was suddenly a big operation where I had to call on the neighbor to help me. My parents and friends supported me a lot and went to my scans, but it wasn't the same. I wanted to do this stuff with him… and he couldn't be there, even if he wanted to.
With my mum trip I realized what an incredible privilege and miracle it is to get pregnant first, secondly, not to lose the baby in the first trimester, third, to put the baby in your stomach for the full 40 weeks wearing and finally having a healthy, living baby.
It all started at the end of 2013. My husband and I were ready to start the whole "let's get kids" story. My husband is in the fleet and is pretty much away from home. He returned to sail at the end of November after 2 months of sailing. After so many of my girlfriends took years to get pregnant, I thought we should start and then hopefully we'll see something in about 6 months. But no, we are quickly blessed and on Christmas morning we found out I expected! What an incredible Christmas gift it was.
Two days later, on December 27, my husband was re-deployed for so-called 3 months to Mozambique. It was terrible to greet him. We had just done the stick test and could only get to the doctor in January. I knew the 3 months would be an emotional and difficult time for me to struggle with everything on my own. Little did I know then that the 3 months would change in almost 5 months.
Early in January I received the bad news that one of my best friends lost her baby at 12 weeks. And another good friend found out that she could never get pregnant. I have the life that has grown in my growth and have realized how blessed I am to grow a real person within me.
My pregnancy was so normal. I was terribly scared and got to know the toilet's edge well in the first trimester. I was tired and wanted to go for kalamari, pink Steri stumps and cucumber during the second trimester. All my scans were normal and baby Kriel was healthy and grew nicely.
I am quite a woman who is very proud to be able to do things myself and will see myself as a DIY person. I don't just cry and take most things in my walk. For the first time I was extremely emotional to do things without my husband. It was hard for me to always be dependent on others to do silly things that I usually do myself. Just like loading the 25kg dog food bag out of the boot, was suddenly a big operation where I had to call on the neighbor to help me. My parents and friends supported me a lot and went to my scans, but it wasn't the same. I wanted to do this stuff with him… and he couldn't be there, even if he wanted to.
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