Shannon's Birth Story

I was lying in bed last night thinking about my angel child and the day she was born. What an amazing experience it was but I cant help but wonder how much of that day I have actually forgotten and what will I remember when Shannon gets old enough to hear the story? I am not a writer but its about time I put this story on paper. I might be 5 years too late but here it goes.

Too get the full story, we have to go back just a little further, 1 day to be exact:
January 25th, 2005 - Wedding day!
Lee daddy and I are getting married today. Nothing at all fancy but it's ok because we have special people with us. Ouma and Oupa, Aunty Kerry, Uncle Shaun and of course you still snug in mommies tummy. We got married in court at Randburg home affairs (more like toilet) and within 1 hour it was done. We went back home to get some "wedding pictures" taken and then Ouma and Oupa took us all out for lunch at News Cafe Edenvale to celebrate.
I could feel it was going to be a long luch because no matter which way I sat, I just couldnt get comfortable and my back was extremely sore.
That night I started getting braxton hicks so of course thought nothing of it. It was only at 4am the next morning that I finally admitted to myself that this is more than braxton hicks, this may just be the real deal. Daddy was still fast asleep and I didnt want to wake him up un-necessarily. It was around 6am, after going to the loo that I noticed I had started to bleeding. Time to get daddy up! We spent the next 2 hours trying to get hold of my gynea (which by the way was conveniently on conference) and the hospital, timimg contractions and taking hot baths. By 8am my contractions were 5 minutes apart, we left home and headed for the hospital, still very unsure but also excited at the possibility of meeting you today. The nurses confirmed I was in labour and so I was admitted and prepped. I remember lying on the hospital bed thinking how easy this was. Everybody makes labour out to be so bad but this, this that I was going through was bearable. Little did I know that this was only the start. I was dilating nicely but the contractions were not happening fast enough so I was given what they call "turbo juice" to speed up the contractions. It was a pain like no other, I had never in my life felt this before. Before I knew it I was wheeled into the delivery room. The more the doctor told me too push, the more I wanted to scream back at him, as if pushing a water melon through a tiny hole is easy. Eventually the doctor decided to do a epistomy and out you popped, as easy as that. The second you were out, all the pain had stopped. It was amazing!
They cleaned you up and brought you back to me to nurse and I couldnt stop staring at you. You were the most amazing sight, so perfectly beautiful and I couldnt believe that you were mine, that I had carried you for the last 38 weeks and that finally you were here.
It wasnt long before they had to take you away again, you had to go into an incubator for a few hours. Daddy ofcourse followed and I was left in the delivery room all alone. It felt like forever and all I wanted to do was come and see you.
I was wheeled back to my room and not long after, Ouma and Oupa arrived. As soon as they saw you I knew they were as madly inlove with you as I was. That was the day that everything changed. You were my miracle baby and still are to this day, you have no idea how much your presence in our lives has changed us.
I love you so much Shannon, you truely are my angel child

Bad blogger

I have been so bad at keeping my blog up to date. In my defense though, my life just seemed to pick up speed at a rapid rate and is only now starting to slow down again.

Where were we? Oh yes, my appointment on 8th Feb 2010 (1 year wedding anniversary). Well it was discovered I have insulin resistance so been on a healthy diet since then.
My sister keeps asking me how I manage coz she would really miss junk food and chocolates. Coming from a reformed chocoholic, it aint easy but it is possible. I think what makes it easier is that I have to as apposed to want to.

A girl I know at church also suffering from PCOS gave me a number for a specialist she has been seeing.
What an amazing women (the specialist), not just professionally but her mannerisms too. She really made me feel so comfortable and took a whole hour explaining everything.
The way it works is she takes photo's of your eyes and through that she tells you whats not functioning properly in your body. The first thing she asked was if there is diabetes in my family. There is on my dad's side but not anybody I know so must be far down the line. I didnt even have to tell her anything coz she picked this all up in my photo's.
The PCOS is inactive so the main issue is the insulin and I have to cut out sugar, milk, yeast/ wheat and red meat. Sounds a little hectic but we had already started the healthy route so its not that bad. The best news is that I had a natural AF :)

So, this is where I am at the moment. Will update as soon as I have new info