At a glance {2012}

This little one is totally the biggest blessing of 2012

It's been quite a year. Here are some highlights.

We went to Canberra with the besties. We went to Thredbo for a triathlon training weekend. We walked up Mt Kosciusko. I fell pregnant. I did the Australia day aquathon. I went back to work. H-bomb turned one. We had a party at the beach. I made my first kids birthday cake. I did a triathlon in Huskisson. I craved cheezels and ate a box a day. We went to Cooma and met out new nephew and played with cousins. We went to Sydney, stayed at the intercontinental. J did a triathlon in Sydney Harbour. We put in a feature wall in the dining room. We had a family photo shoot. I went to Berry with my bestest girls for the weekend. H-bomb learned to walk. We hired a beach house in Currarong for a week. I finished work. I took up blogging. We had a baby girl. We turned 30. I learnt to sew. J resigned from teaching and took a job at Lighthouse Church. We got ready for Christmas. J broke his jaw and went to hospital. We had Miss R's first Christmas. 




2012 has been amazing. Besides these 'big events' there have been plenty of memorable daily events. God is good. Bring on 2013. We are believing for bigger and better next year. 

Praying your year is a year of significance and growth x

Chairlift at Thredbo with the besties

Huskisson

H-bombs first birthday. Photo's by Siannon

Wally the whale cake

Berry with the girls

Thankful

Hmmm, so this was not the post I had hoped to write. I had grand plans to blog about Christmas, about things I have been making and baking and to finish Miss R’s birth story.

How quickly life can change. How quickly our priorities and perspectives can shift. Things that seemed important a few days ago no longer seem so pressing.

I heard the crack. From my seat on the sidelines. A sickening thud in my stomach. Please no, don’t let it be him. His long socks gave him away. Doubled over, clutching his face.

It seemed to go in slow motion. He remained calm. His team were none the wiser; “a fat lip” someone commented. I knew. Knew it was bad. Knew we were off to emergency. Knew that in that one second all our plans had changed.

A broken jaw. A stay at St. George Hospital. Surgery. A wired jaw.

Our gorgeous girl keeping Dad company in hospital

Still, I am ever so thankful.

Ralph, the man in the bed across from J. He was on a bus, heading home. A truck slammed into that bus. Ralph is now blind and paralysed. A few of his mates came to visit. They had to feed him. He needs help with every task. Ralph’s life will never be the same again.

The man in the bed next to J was in a car accident. He has severe injuries. He was driving and his wife was the passenger. She is on another ward and comes in to see him many times a day. They will spend this Christmas in hospital.

There are countless other stories like that in every ward of that hospital.

I also think of Newtown Connecticut. Of everyone one of those families that is mourning the loss of a son or daughter. Whose Christmas’ will never be the same again.

We have so much to be thankful for.

Thankful especially for all our wonderful friends and family who have been so supportive. Who have left bags of sustagen on our balcony, looked after children, bought me meals or prayed with us.

In six weeks times the wires will be off, we will go back to normal life. Life is so short, so fleeting and it can change in a heartbeat.

I know this Christmas I am not taking things for granted. I am squeezing my babies more often and just a little tighter, telling those I love that I love and appreciate them, making the most of every opportunity to tell people of the freedom and hope that there is Jesus. But most of all, I am thankful that I can stand on the promise that God will use this for my (our) good.

“And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.” Romans 8:28 (NLT)

Yep, He can even use a broken jaw for our good.

What are you thankful for this Christmas?

Home Sweet Home {Birth}

 It’s a lovely Thursday and your brother is with Nanny again (thanks so much Mum – you’re the best). I am sitting here gazing at you. You are exactly two months old today and growing more beautiful everyday.

Now seems like a good time to remember and record that amazing day.

*Warning: longish post (you’re probably gonna need a cuppa).

For this reason I have decided to split it into two parts, no one has time to read for hours (and believe me, when it comes to birth, I can talk for hours).

This photo was taken at 10pm the night before you arrived.
I remember asking J to take it 'just in case' tonights the night.

Part 1:

Miss R, my gorgeous, longed for, little girl; this is the story of your ‘birthday’.

I had felt sure that you were on your way everyday for at least two weeks before you decided to arrive. Everyday, usually at around 4pm the contractions would start. Sometimes regular, sometimes painful, always exciting. Some afternoons I would take a shower in the hope that things might either settle down or ramp up a notch. Most days this would be all it took for the crampy sensation to disappear, other days the contractions continued into the night. I would toss and turn as much as a heavily pregnant woman with a crook hip could do, surrounded by an embarrassing amount of pillows and heat packs!

For some reason, deep down, I knew each time wasn’t the real deal. I knew however that all this stopping and starting was not in vain…my body was simply getting ready, preparing for the actual event.

Wednesday 3^rd October

I won’t lie Miss R, we were so keen to meet you but I guess I was also holding back a little. My midwife, the lovely Christina had been overseas for the last 6 weeks and was due to arrive home on Friday.  She felt like part of our family. I wanted her to be a part of your birth. Anyway, I had held on this far; what were a few more days. We had a midwife appointment on Wednesday. Ceri offered to do an internal so we could see if all the pre-labour had resulted in any dilation. I declined, knowing that internals can sometimes trigger labour and besides, I was pretty sure the pre-labour was working. She also gave me the bad news that Christina had been very sick on her holiday and she was not sure whether she would be ok to come straight back to work.  We made an appointment for Sunday for an internal if things hadn’t progressed by then.

Thursday 4^th & Friday 5^th October went much the same as previous days. I am so extremely thankful for the timing of this little one. J was on school holidays and was extremely helpful, taking over most of the care of H-bomb (when he wasn't attending to my needs!). 
On Thursday, J needed to go into work and get some things prepared for his up coming paternity leave. In a moment of irrational 'I don't want to be by myself today' meltdown, H-bomb and I decided to go down too. We set ourselves up in a classroom with a heap of craft supplies and got busy making stuff. That was before he got all cuddly and wanted to snuggle up with me. Wasn't long before he fell asleep, all cosy with the bump. He must have known that things were about to change! (and was possibly a little sick, but cuddles are cuddles - I'll take them any way they come!)

Contractions continued.  We had my bestie prepped and ready to be our wingman and take the H-bomb if the timing worked out. 
This was our correspondence Friday night…

She was definitely on the money!
Part 2 coming soon...