Birth of Our Children

Both my pregnancies were not easy rides. While other pregnant women glowed & basked in the sunlight, enjoying cravings, pregnancy photoshoots etc, I had to battle with pre-natal depression. I suffered extreme nausea right from the start of my pregnancy to the end. Ended up hospitalised from dehydration for a couple of days. I also remember being nausea even the day before I delivered Leah. I spent many many days of my pregnancy crying my eyes out. Worrying I might split open right up to my anus from pushing to hard. Worrying I might die in labour and my baby would end up motherless. I only survived it all because of my extremely patient and supportive husband - and God's grace.

The husband hired a pre-natal yoga teacher to do house-calls once a week & together with my yoga teacher, they taught me how to meditate. I braved through pre-natal depression because of this. And for that I will always be grateful to my yoga teacher - War War, who needless to say has now become one of my soul mates. :)

Looking back now, I know I have no right to complain or whine about my experience. God blessed us with two beautiful & healthy girls. I have also recovered really well from childbirth (no I did not split open up to my anus) & we are doing great as a little family of four. So really, who am I to complain? God is great & he has been really good to us. He continues to shower his blessings upon our family & is always ever forgiving of all the parenting mistakes we make.

I don't know of any other way to show him my gratitude besides taking special care of his little children, bringing them up to know him, love him & praise him. To speak his name often & become Christ-like (plenty of homework for the non-church going Mummy!). This learning journey to be honest, is as much mine as it is for the kids & I am grateful to God for giving me that ability.

Thank you God. For everything.

Beginning Thoughts

I never dreamt of having kids much less to become a stay at home mom AND homeschool! But oh well, God works in mysterious ways and I guess this is the path he has planned out for me. The path of motherhood.

Looking back at the past, it all seems so surreal. All those late nights of clubbing, getting drunk, and just basically having hell of a lot of fun with my friends. I don't regret any of those (maybe just some) just because I feel it has all played a part in preparing me to be the mother I am supposed to be (more on that later).

So anyway, this blog is to document. My journey with my little family. My babies and their education. Life is too short. One of my greatest fears as a mother is to die young and leave my children motherless. I've had this fear from the day I got pregnant right up to today. You could say this fear puts me on a rat race to love, educate and prepare my children for their life ahead without me (whenever that may be but hopefully much much later). God only knows when and I know he will handle the rest when that time comes. For now, the time is mine. And I will take what he gives me and give it my all.

"The love of a family is life's greatest blessing".