Tuesday
Today the rain swept in and the Cape was under thick cloud. It was a good day to spend under the duvet and under most normal Tuesday circumstances I would have been able to do this, but not today.
As a result, I was most put out! I was discombobulated.
My car was booked in for a service, so as the wind picked up and the drizzle began to fall, not long after 6am Mike and I drove to Diep River to drop my car off. To get in early, I was in the queue at about 6-35am. At 7am, they opened and we checked the car in. Then we came home and the rain came down in driving torrents. I worked happily enough but all I wanted to do was to climb into bed. Only issue was I had also booked a Pilates class at 1pm. That was madness. So cold. So wet. So off to gym I went. Home by 2-15pm, dealt with some work and then at 3pm, we left for Diep River again to pick up the car. This morning, I had gone psychologically prepared to wait. I did not anticipate it taking 20 minutes for me to pick up my car. Anyway I got home, made dinner and now I’m in bed!
Truffles has the right idea. She has spent almost the entire day in her box. She looks pretty sleepy…
Now I am as snug as she is, I am happy!
Nugget from my journey….Mike and I moved into our current house in 1989 and Mike started renovating it. Stacey was 18 months old. I was still working at Highlands House and needed to find someone who could take care of Stacey for the two days I was at work. My dear friend Wyn Beale said she knew someone who may work. An answer to prayer. She introduced me to Wendy Holmgren and for the next many years, the Holmgren family formed an integral part of our life. Stacey took to the Holmgren family like a duck to water. She was so at home with them. There were never tears when I dropped her. Not long after we moved to Sun Valley, a friend told me that the Kenilworth Clinic was looking for night staff. I went in and had an interview and started working Monday nights. So for quite a while, I worked Monday night at KC and Wednesday and Friday at Highlands House. Wendy looked after Stacey Tuesday mornings as well so I could catch up on sleep. The income derived from those two jobs got sunk back into the house and we very soon were reducing our bond.
Around Stacey’s second birthday, I convinced Mike it was a good time for a second baby. He wasn’t so sure. I was very sure, so I went off the pill and I expected to be pregnant the next month. It was that quick when I fell pregnant with Stacey, so I did not anticipate any difficulty. Nothing happened. Month after month, I didn’t fall pregnant. I was getting very despondent when finally after 6 months, I suspected I was pregnant. I had a blood test done and voila! It was positive. I was ecstatic. But days later, I started bleeding, went to the doctor and he sympathetically announced I had miscarried and must try again. I was mortified. But there wasn’t much to be done, but to keep on trying. Then the strangest thing happened. I didn’t have another period. I was pregnant and 8 months later David was born. My pregnancy went well until 30 weeks. From 30 weeks to 38 weeks, I gained no weight, so eventually the Dr. felt it would be better if we got the baby out. From 35 weeks I had been in and out of early labour, so at 38 weeks, I was induced.
That momentous day was Friday 1st March 1991. It was the day after Mike’s 40th birthday. David was delivered by our GP Dr. Adrian Lombard at False Bay Hospital at 2-08pm. Normal delivery. He weighed 3.3kg, quite a bit less than Stacey who was a bouncing 3.9kg. I didn’t know the gender of either until they were born. Until the day before his birth, we didn’t have a boy’s name lined up. I have to credit Len Holmgren for suggesting David. I was at the Holmgrens the day before I was to be induced and I was reading the births/anniversaries/deaths column in the newspaper, just looking at names. Len walked in and asked what I was doing. When I told him we didn’t have a boy’s name, he immediately said, ‘what about David?’ I said, “that’s a great name” went home, told Mike and he agreed, if it’s a boy, he shall be called David.
And he was.
We were so blessed.
Psalm 139:8-10
If I go up to heaven, You are there; if I go down to the grave, You are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there Your hand will guide me, and Your strength will support me.
These are the days.
Keep the smile going.
God bless you.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂
Gym:
Pilates.
Braces:
Day 231