• My thoughts and sorrows

    My…I want….

    Today I’m joining a new meme – “I want…”. I was tagged by my bump buddy Maria that writes over at Tiger Tales. There are so many things that I want and I think that if I start writing them all down I might get a bit depressed. So here it is: 1. I want for people to be happier. Humanity in general. I think that if a group of people will be happier within themselves then other people that surround them will start to be happier too. We are all too angry these days and will be nice to have some happy in our life. 2. I want for…

  • Family Stories

    The moment everything changed…

    22.3.2009 – My daughter was only 4 days old. The first four days are still a bit foggy even 4 years since my daughter was born. The 22nd was the day when I finally stopped being numb and start enjoying my time as a new mum. Hubby and I took lots of pictures with our beautiful daughter that day but this picture will stay in my heart forever. I remember that after I took the picture I just starred at my hubby and my daughter for ages… My hubby was mesmerised by our little treasure as you can see. This is the moment I realised that our life changed forever…and…

  • Family Stories

    Pregnancy diary week 31

    I still didn’t take any pictures with me and the bump. I need to blame my hubby for this actually. I actually thought that I will have lots by now considering that my hubby is quite good at taking pics and he wants to get serious in the photography business. Anyway.I am now 31 + 3 days and I am only acknowledging that I am actually pregnant. Please don’t laugh. LOL. Hubby can’t believe that there are only 8-9 weeks left until my due date. I on the other hand feel big like a whale and I feel that my left weeks will be a struggle. It is already a…

  • Family Stories

    Birth, babies and a doula

    My daughter was born following an emergency c-section. I was really disappointed that I was unable to give birth naturally and in water as I wanted to. You might ask why? Well it was because my labour didn’t go as I was expecting and I didn’t dilate fast enough or “failed to progress” to enable a natural birth. I will not go into details because the whole experience brings back bad feelings and I don’t want to talk about negativeness in this post. All I will say though is that all I can remember regarding the actual birth of my daughter is the cold and bright room – the theatre…