“Hear my cry Oh lord, attend unto my prayer. From the ends of the earth, will I cry unto Thee, for when my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I, that is higher than I”
This week has been one of those weeks where giving up seemed like a very lucrative option. You know when everything that can go wrong just seems to do just that. I’m talking taking days off work to relax as a family then my little angel and myself get sick, then the car got sick, then our pockets get sick and the rest is history. It was just so intense to the point where we were now laughing about it and finding it hilarious. For a moment you’d think we were in a think big prank and someone is going to pop up and say “ha ha, you’ve been punked!”. Nop, didn’t happen but thanks to the 4 quaky penguins in Madagascar, I got a motto that makes it easier to face these sort of situations, ‘Just smile and wave boys, smile and wave.’ It is the very same motto that got us through our wedding when things just didn’t work out but we had a ball. DJ was an absolute disaster to say the least, deco guys did a runner leaving the cake table bare, some uninvited guests pop up, the song the bridal team was meant to dance to could not be found and the laptop that had it which would have been our saving grace ran out of power. *Insert episode of bridezilla goes nuclear on the DJ?*…..wrong! *Insert bridal team standing on the dance floor and smiling and waving to each other all to the amusement of those unaware of the inside joke*. Sometimes you have to make light of these rather unpleasant situations because its pointless to stress. I know that is common knowledge but stressing about it will not better the situation. In fact it will make it worse and add some needless health problems, headaches, anxiety and stress disorders. Just laugh it off, deal with it and let it be gone.
But of course after all has been said and done, ask the Great Navigator for directions to the Rock that is Higher than yourself. This too shall come to pass.
Well 2 days ago I had the blessed privilege of attending a baby shower for a beautiful friend, sister in Christ and deserving mom to be. As expected we played the games and one of them being you were not allowed to mention the word ‘baby’ at any point during the whole shower. So creative thinking set in and I replaced “baby shower” with the above title whenever I needed to mention it which made me feel like Einstein for a moment. Nevertheless I lost all my 4 pegs because I just couldn’t help saying baby. Blame it on the baby brain even though I’m not sure I still qualify for that excuse 18 months later.
Baby Boy Nappy Bike by KunaShe! Boutique
What I love about baby showers is just how every woman who has had a child suddenly is at the same level with every other mother. Be it you are 19 or 35, you suddenly share a common bond and you understand each other at a level no one can explain. Motherhood brings you new friendships and makes you look at life and people from a different set of lenses. A lot of things suddenly make sense and boy do you regret some of the remarks you made in your single-woman life!
So my favourite part came. Advice session. Our glowing mom to be was sitted in the middle of the room and everyone present had the opportunity to give their words of wisdom and finally prayed for her. What was so beautiful was feeling the baby kick as we prayed, priceless!!
The beauty of motherhood is it’s a never-ending education program. You keep on learning and the lessons learnt are so invaluable and will almost always be just as useful to any other mother. Even if you have 1 child or 10, you are bound to learn something new as you interact with other moms. So my mind got thinking, what advice do you give a mom to be especially a first time mom? I thought to share with you some advice that was shared and also a few more points of my own.
ENJOY! This word was emphasized so much it may as well have been a fitting theme for the evening. Everyone said different points but came back to the word enjoy. Why so much attention to it? Motherhood can be one of the most trying and challenging times in a woman’s life. There are days where one would wish you could put that baby back where it came from. No matter how much you love your child, it happens. But the key phrase that accompanies this word is “It does not last forever”. Yes those challenging times don’t last. Before you know it, its over. So why not make the most of it and just enjoy the ride. A friend once said to me as I whined about wanting the pregnancy to be over and done with, this was the closest I was ever going to be with my child. Once they are out they will keep going further and further away, first daycare, then kindie, primary school, high school, university and out of the nest :(. Enjoy the last trimester which is usually the hardest as you are absolutely tired of being pregnant because once its out its out.
Keep a positive state of mind. This point is very much intertwined with the first one. It does get hard, the waking up for nappy changes, feeds and comforting a crying baby has its toll. Add to the mix a tired sleep deprived mom, not easy. Just try to remain positive, the baby is not doing this to be spiteful. They need you and are completely reliant on you. Just remember that this too shall pass.
Acknowledge that you cannot do it all by yourself. We would all love to walk around with a cape and a nice costume with a big letter S printed on the chest but we are not those type of heroes. We get tired, we get worn out and we clearly need a break from time to time.Becoming a mom does not mean you stop being human so if every other human being out there needs a break at times why not you? Use all the help you can because a tired and frustrated mommy is not going to be as efficient as a well rested one. Or maybe I should say a ‘somewhat rested one’ as it is almost impossible to find a well rested mom any given day. Get your friends and family to bring food if possible, do the dishes, do the vacuuming or look after baby for a bit while you get some zzz especially those first weeks.
Pray for your child. This does not have to wait till the child is born or even conceived. When you start planning to have your babies, start praying for them for remember God knew you before you were even conceived in your mother’s womb. He knows your children before you do. Pray over your growing belly, start speaking positive words into their lives. When they grow up they will not depart from the word of the Lord. One thing I did was to use those night-time feed sessions to read the Bible and pray for my little girl. I had the Bible in the nursery and would get a couple of chapters in the peace of the night. I would pray for her and she nursed. It was a beautiful bonding time and actually gave me something to look forward to during those midnight feeds. It made them enjoyable.
Remember every baby is different. They do come with the same genetic code that will make them dirty their diapers as soon as you have changed them or wake up as soon as you lay them down after rocking for 2 hours. Well besides that they are different. Learn your child and don’t compare. Your child is unique to you and unique in their own way. Both of you are learning each other and soon will get to know what each other likes.
Labour lasts a couple of days at most, the baby lasts a lifetime so don’t be scared of labour. It is over before you know, invest your time in reading and finding information on how to look after your little one when they make their appearance. That is where the hard work lies.
Listen to your body. Do not be pressured by social norms. You need to be aware that not all children can be born naturally and you know what, what is important is a healthy mom and healthy baby. It would be nice if all of us could have a natural birth with no meds and breastfeed etc but it’s not always possible. If you can do that fantastic but as I was once told, there is no record of your birthing method, if you took the epidural or not or whether you breastfeed or formula feed on your child’s birth certificate so don’t get hung up on those issues. Do what is best for your baby and yourself period!
Look after your first child, yes your husband/partner. He was there first so don’t forget him. the baby came as a result of him being in your life so he needs to be attended to as well. This multitasking skill will become easier at time goes. Have date nights, tell him you love him, tell him when you feeling not so good, let him in, allow him to know what you are going through to make it easier for him to understand what you are going through. He is also going through the adjustment phase into parenthood. Allow him time to bond with the baby, you have had 9 months to bond while baby was inside of you so give him time to bond as well.
Look after yourself too! Rest, have a quick shower or long bath whenever the opportunity arises, eat well and get some fresh air. It improves your overall mood positively. And a very important point to remember is that we all want to love our children and live happily ever after but post partum depression happens. No one plans to get it but it can get the best of us. Recognize the symptoms and seek help sooner rather than later because there is help out there for you. It doesn’t make a bad mom, in fact it takes a good mother to acknowledge her weaknesses and seek help.
Above all, trust in God. The Lord is your strength, through Him you can do the impossible. Don’t be afraid to ask the desires of your heart. Do not underestimate the power of God and what He can do for you. Nothing is too big or too small for Him.
35 weeks and ready to go, that's me 🙂
I wish you all the best in your journey into motherhood x
I put my hands up. Am I perfect, oh yes! Am I the best thing out there after sliced bread, absolutely. Such high accolades to sing about myself aren’t they? Well what qualifies me that title you may ask, I will let you into my glorious life of supermom.
2010 I was inducted into the Elite Class – I became a mother (billions of women are in it too, quite posh)
Within a few day I had mastered the language, gugu gaga was my new slang.
At this point I was now walking the walk and dressing the part. Flat shoes were the new heels, I had mastered the art on how to transform my tee-shirt into a burp cloth (amazing me) and was nominated for being the world’s best midnight dancer (rocking to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star at ungodly hours).
Who knew baggy eyes so big you can pack all you need for your next vacation into the lower eyelid were so cool!
A few months later back to work I went. Bill kept knocking on my door. (Might I add just how annoying this man is?)
Still on the run, guilt is a part of my life now. I feel guilty for blinking, for moving, for dropping a spoon, for everything – guilty till proven innocent (that part never comes, just more guilt)
Highlights of my career
Hitting the emergency buzzer in hospital after seeing some gooey stuff come out of my freshly born baby’s eye! Panic! Ok maybe not the emergency buzzer but you get it. Blocked duct, oooh, no one told me that.
Dressing my cute bambino in a onesie, a long sleeve top, a warm jacket, a pair of tights, a pair of jeans, a pair of booties, a winter hat and wrapping her in a fleece blanket all because I saw a few clouds and a felt a light breeze, babies lose heat quickly I have been told. Never-mind them overheating just as quick, we will address the cold issue first! Mind you it’s actually about 24 degrees Celsius outside.
Dropping my precious jewel off at daycare, walking out to my car, my eyes are strangely leaking this clear fluid and then I hear her cry and walk right back in to pick her up, she is just a bit off I think.
Putting my baby down after a feed at night and hear funny sounds on the monitor. Go back to check and my sleepy blurry eyes can’t see much. She seems settled, not crying so I drag myself back to bed. A few minutes later same thing only to discover this time she is covered in avocado vomit (don’t even try to imagine it). GUILT!
Any Last Words
What is most important and I think by far my biggest qualification is my PhD in Loving my child and my husband unconditionally. I make mistakes, I mess up, I don’t always get it right but one thing for sure, I love them with all my heart and I will defend them like a lioness does her cubs.
This is a rather absurd headline but you will soon understand where I am coming from. Those 5 words changed my life for good. In the past 24 hours I have interacted with a lot of people but what struck me more than anything is the proportion of those people that felt the need to use vulgar language, yes there you have it. I have said it. Well to be honest I used to swear, in fact a lot! I remember when I lived in the UK, it felt like the norm. It was uncomfortable at first but soon it was running in my veins like a substance I needed for survival. I swore casually, disregarding anyone around me. So I get it, I have done it myself.
One day that changed. I was in a car with my a dear friend of mine whom I had just met at Uni after moving to Australia. Conversation was flowing and I remember I was attracted to her because she was a Christian. But there I was talking and swearing like there was no tomorrow. I don’t even remember how many conversations I had had with her before this day but I know it wasn’t the first time. I cannot even recall what the conversation was all about but she said something that struck me. It took me by surprise and I was dumbfounded for a minute. “Woman, you swear a lot!” I was ashamed of myself to say the least but I tried to get out it by responding, “Yeah, so what?” Deep down in my heart I knew something had to change. It was like a deep calling unto a deep. I knew it wasn’t right. I knew it wasn’t godly and yet I made it a part of me. I accepted it to be normal.
But I thank God for His never ending mercies, His grace that surpasses all understanding and His love that is never ending. I was delivered from that curse upon my life and I am so grateful for my dearest “SP” as I affectionately call her, for those precious words.
Now onto you, what are your thoughts on this subject? Why is it now so acceptable to society to drop a swear word as we call them in every sentence? Does it make the sentence much more meaningful? Please share your thoughts in the comments below.
Yesterday was an exciting day for me. Came home from working a night shift and was met by my husband and baby girl at the door. She had the biggest smile on her face, ah my heart just melted! But which mother’s heart wouldn’t? Anyway, waved goodbye to my husband as he headed out for work and within an hour I developed a sore throat. As a frequent flyer in tonsil infections I just knew it was another attack! But this time I got my phone and sent out a message to two of my dear friends. I asked them to pray for me as my tonsils were flaring up again. By this time swallowing was quite painful (I am one of those people that go from zero to a hundred in a space of a few minutes). I checked my throat and sure enough one side had already started to swell and was looking inflamed. Continued to play with my little girl waiting for nap time.
After a few hours she was ready for her nap so we both went down for a nap and almost 3 hours later I woke up deep down expecting the worst. Usually by this time I can hardly talk and am in worlds of pain. Well I tried to swallow and…..no pain. I talked to my daughter……no pain. I made a phone call and yet again no pain. I could not believe it! I had been healed. I had no sign of pain whatsoever! I cannot even attribute it to any medication because I did not take any! See the God I believe in the same yesterday, today and forever! He is still very much in the healing business and He is still answering prayers. He is Jehovah Rapha my healer. If you have been getting discouraged, wondering if God hears your prayers, I want you to know that He definitely is, no matter how big or small. He takes His time and whenever He answers your prayers, it is in His perfect timing. Be it instantly as my situation yesterday or a week’s time, a month or even years. I just wanted to encourage you through this testimony. Don’t ever think there is a problem too big or too small for God. Don’t be fooled to believe that you can endure suffering because according to the world its “normal”. It doesn’t have to be like that. By His stripes we were healed and that means every sickness and every discomfort. I hope you have a blessed day!!
Mother’s Day is around the corner? What are you going to do for your mommy, the woman who took it upon herself to make sure you were fed, bathed, dressed, safe, healthy and secure to say the least? How do you show her you appreciate her? Does it always have to be a big elaborate affair, shower of gifts, expensive flowers etc.
Well I have always loved giving gifts. That’s me, that’s my nurture. I feel warm and fuzzy inside when I can give someone something, even if it means I go without. I can remember when I was a little girl growing up in an average income family with 4 siblings. I didn’t have much money at my disposal to buy some expensive gifts but I still wanted to make my mommy feel special. So my idea (same one every year for a couple of years since the age of 7) was to make my mom a special meal. I cooked the food I liked the most which happened to be rice, chicken and popcorn. Yeah not exactly a restaurant quality menu but I wasn’t exactly a Junior Masterchef so don’t judge. If I liked it, mom would definitely love it! So as my sister prepared dinner I would get busy making this ‘elaborate’ dinner for mom. Cooking this ‘3 course meal’ was a stretch for me. And by 3 course I mean the 3 different components of my meal. Mom would be chatting away in the bedroom with dad and would randomly call out for me or one of my siblings to “pass me the scissors” (which usually would be 10 feet from her) or “bring me a glass of water” (this is after you have run from the kitchen to her bedroom only to go back to the kitchen and get the glass of water). Anyway, her being away from the kitchen was perfect because it meant I could surprise her (well after a few years not sure if my surprise was still just that not to mention to familiar whiff of popcorn every mother’s day).
OK meal done. I serve it on a beautiful plate, the ones that were reserved for VISITORS ONLY thank you!!! I would put the popcorn in a lunch box. Right, game plan? Ok, first we would all have the family dinner my sister has prepared and I would find an opportunity to sneak all the food I cooked for mom to her bedroom. To keep the surprise factor high I would then hide it under her pillow. Don’t ask any questions. Keep reading! I go back and join the rest of the gang at the table with an untamable grin of satisfaction on my face and fidgeting in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for dinner to be over and even that family time after dinner was such a drag for me. Finally the moment came, time to go to bed. With the girls bedroom next to my parents bedroom I would listen for the joyous exclamation and sure enough it always came no doubt! Ah…..pure satisfaction!! Then my dad would make a big deal out of it and pretend this was the best meal he has seen and by this time I can’t hold it in anymore, I know they are going to call me very soon. Sure enough I would run in there to get the shower of thanks and hugs, be told I was such a thoughtful child and get the blessings. Mom would tuck in and tell me it was the yummiest meal (even after having a full dinner a few minutes ago, she couldn’t disappoint me after all my efforts). Then I would turn around and go to bed. My life was complete!
Next year I have to do something even better. Yes, a 3 course meal!! But at least the quality of food improved every year with additional items like broth in a gravy pot, a vase of faux flowers, a home-made card or a book with the title Mother’s Day. Always under her pillow. This tradition must have died off when I was about 12. At least I could now buy ‘proper’ gifts then.
I wonder what she would do if I did this again one day? Hmm food for thought!