Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Weighing it all up...


It’s been a rough week. So to update all those that have been asking...

I took another visit to Hillcrest Hotel; I mean hospital, last week. The usual pain in my abdomen, but also something new; a pain in my lower back, and up my shoulder blades and this awful pressure below my ribcage…and still the constant nausea.

{You would think that with all this going on and me not managing to stomach much, that I’d be feeling pretty fab when stepping on the scale, but just my luck it seems, my body is still in “trauma mode” and so stores anything I do manage to get down my throat – grrr… What’s with that!?}

Anyway aside from my frustrating body issues…it turned out after scopes and x-rays and ultrasounds, that I have Gallstones and that my Gallbladder needs to be removed! Never a dull moment round here!

But this has opened up a whole new debate… usually a gallbladder op is pretty simple and routine, but as usual in my case never a simple thing! Because of the previous surgeries and scar tissue and other issues, doing it laprascopically may not be possible.

The info we have been given is once again terrifying for me and I’ve had a week now of weighing up the pro’s and con’s and trying to make the decision that the doctors won’t make for me due to the risks involved! To Shane and I this decision just seems impossible...

The issue is this, my pain threshold is now incredibly high and so I am feeling discomfort and bouts of extreme pain due to the gallstones, but am in pain daily anyway in my abdomen so on the whole I am able to push it aside, put on those big girl panties of mine and carry on. {Which apparently in itself is not altogether a good thing.}

So my first response was that if I can deal with it – no more ops… The thought of not knowing in what state I am going to emerge from another op scares the daylights out of me – so I’d rather deal with what I know. But in the vein of never being simple – you apparently can’t just leave a sick gall bladder!

There are risks of inflammation, stones in the bile duct, peritonitis, and more so something HAS to be done…

The options I have are to open me up in the small area above the old scar and go in and remove the gallbladder and hopefully not touch any of the previous trauma area. The doctors can then assess conservatively and then at the same time have a look at my abdomen and the adhesions and if possible try to loosen the adhesions allowing more mobility of my internal organs and hopefully reducing my daily pain. But I am told that the surgery alone will be high risk and going into my abdomen and poking around can open up the possibility of bowel nicks, septicaemia, and peritonitis amongst other risks, all of which can cost me my life.

I then go back to the fact that one would think: okay no problem, let’s just leave the abdomen and go in take out the gallbladder and get that “issue” out of the way… but again not as easy as that as depending on the adhesions, the scar tissue and how vascular my abdomen still is or isn’t they may not be able to get to my gall bladder without encountering problems…sigh*

So in a nutshell I have no idea what to do! How do I make a decision when even the experts can’t or won’t decide what is best?

I guess once again I simply need to have faith and trust that the picture will become clear and that we will make the right decision.

 Wish me luck!



August catch up!

Sorry for my absence...

We have had such a wonderful time away with our little getaway to our beach house and then the kids mid-term break and snowfall inbetween it all!

I have had loads of photo opportunities but not much "download" time. So I appologise and will endeavour to catch up and carry on!

Day 4 - What's for dinner...

 This was the most divine dish ever! Once you've got your head around waffles not being sweet - you can truly enjoy the savoury type - waffles with avo, bacon and cream cheese from the Waffle house down the South Coast. Yummy...

Day 5 - A Sign...

My beautiful family...what more can I say <3

Day 6 - Makes you smile...


This is my Izzy Bizzy Girl... my soft, kind and gentle, funny little princess. Always ready with the best hugs ever and always able to make me smile.

Day 7 - The weather today...


My sister-in-law and I took an impromptu road trip to the newly fallen snow in Notingham Road. It was such a fun afternoon. We had heard the reports of snow on the radio and decided that it would be fun to take the kids to play in it... and oh boy was it ever ;) best idea! We had no idea where we were going, but that was half of the fun of it and once we were theere our littlies just loved it - snowball fights and of course the creation of our very own Frosty...Olivia tasted EVERYTHING and now prefers her carrots chilled! Teehee.

Day 8 - A furry Friend...


This is my Delilah! Such a beautiful friend, so gentle with the kids and a special piece of my heart.

Day 9 - Something Old...


Don't you just love this? It is the wheel of an old wagon that was parked at the Lion Park that we took the kids to. There is just something beautiful about the aged wood and rusty metal...

Day 10 - Heart...

This heart just spoke to me... life is so uncertain, it can change in a heartbeat and I'm feeling the need to play, have fun and actively find joy in the little things as this make my heart happy...

Day 11 - Childhood...


How beautiful are these Cherry blossoms? We went for brunch with some special friends at Makaranga lodge and took a walk around their beautiful gardens... the girls took such open glee in running down the multitude of paths and pretty places and seemed to just soak up their beautiful surroundings. I sometimes wish we didn't have to grow up and loose that carefree attitude we had in childhood. What a happy place to be!

Day 12 - Unusual...

These flowers remind me of the ones outside the dinning hall of the boarding school I attended as a child. So beautiful and unusual...

Day13 - Colour...

Red! Now that's something different, anyone who knows me and my girls know that pink is usually the order of the day, but today while visiting her cousin Olivia took to the Lightning McQueen Quad bike and we couldnt get her off - so proud of herself too, such a big girl - I guess she's got some red in her yet!

Day 14 - What you did today...

Today I baked cookies! They are for party packs for a friend...I had such fun, after spying the idea on pinterest, I decided to try using my scrapbooking rubber stamps to stamp an image into the cookies before baking! They worked out quite well. Such a clever idea....

That's all for now... I will continue to post my images when time allows. I'm glad I've taken on this challenge it is showing me just how much good stuff I have in my life to be thankful for...

Till next time,

Friday, 3 August 2012

Someone that makes me happy!

Today this little mite inspired me!

Although all three of my beautiful girls make me happy - today Livie has been so full of fun and I've found myself chuckling at her frequently....

Day 3: #3 Someone that makes me happy




How can this little face not brighten your day...

Well we are away for the weekend so I'll post again when we back - looking forward to some R&R with my beautiful family. It's been a long time since we got away, so I'm counting down and will hopefully come back with some lovely pics too!

Happy Friday everyone!

Thursday, 2 August 2012

And the Challenge is on...

Right...after more investigation into the photo a day challenge I have put together the following:


My own Photo a day challenge for August!

So the idea is that you use the inspration on the list above and by the end of the month you have taken a photo to interpret each theme. Pretty cool if you ask me, but like my inability to order a straight meal off the menu at a restaurant without changing it to suit myself {my husband HATES this}, I have decided that I'm not neccasarily going to take pictures in the order of this list, but rather use which ever "inspiration" talks to me that day!

So today number 22 talks to me...

Day 2: Something I can't live without.


These are my electric hot water bottles - and no I can't live without them at the moment. They are FANTASTIC...unfortunately not because its cold {although that's a bonus} but rather because they are the only thing besides drugs that eases my abdominal pain left over from all my surgeries last year.

My ever thoughtful Mom spotted these as they hit the shelves and reasoned that they must be better than my microwave bean bag that only stays warm for a little while. All you have to do is charge them up - the charger plugs into the little heart shaped electrical point {I know that in itself is right up my alley} and voila - hot for around 5 hours!!! Bliss. Clearly after falling in love with the first one my mom gave me, I naturally had to get a backup one for just in case so that's why I have two!

To fill you all in, I am trying to stay painkiller and anti-inflammatory clear as it has just been so long and I've had enough! So today has been a week and so far so good, nothing my hot water bottle and a bit of mind over matter can't deal with {of course I have also changed my diet over the last two months and am supplementing with natural alternatives too} I assume it's only a matter of time before I will have to revert to the drugs again, but for today I'm feeling pretty good about myself and Loving my electric hot water bottles and would definitely recommend them!

See you all tomorrow...










Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Photo a day...August Challenge

So, I've been seeing these photo a day challenges all over the place and I have been so tempted to take the challenge...but with three children and a busy husband, let alone all the animals that frequent our home, I dont have much time for myself... so to commit to a photo a day for a year - Not likely!

A month though, I think I can do...I am thinking that it will help with my photography and to get me back into the groove of photographing everyday stuff - the little things!

So wish me luck and here is my first pic...a bit of a cheat since I was already scheduled to photograph this gorgeous little man today anyway, but herewith for your viewing pleasure...

DAY 1... Introducing Ayden.

Thanks for stopping by.

Friday, 27 July 2012

Chocolate Brownies anyone?

This is a day in my life...

So upon asking my husband which biscuits he’d like me to bake for him and to put in the kids lunchboxes – he quickly responded with “Chocolate Brownies”…{Duh! Like how come I didn't think of that?!}

Now Chocolate brownies are not quite biscuits in my estimation, and certainly not lunchbox friendly…clearly there is a reason I’m the mom in this house!

But anyway, I obliged - like a good wife should {*insert sniggering here} and the kids and I had fun baking again...and cleaning out the bowl and bits after.



I thought I’d share the recipe with you all ‘cause it is just too darn good not too!

So here it is The Chocolate Brownie Tutorial:


You will need:
250ml Butter
150g Bar One Chocolate bars
2 Cups Sugar
4 Eggs
5ml Vanilla Essence
1 Cup Flour
200ml Cocoa Powder
½ tsp Baking Powder
A pinch of Salt

100g Pecan nuts OR white chocolate pieces or both (I always use both!)



First off you can start by pre-heating the oven to 180°C.
Then, beat the eggs, sugar and vanilla essence till creamy.
Then melt the butter and bar ones in a heavy based pot (I cut it all up into squares first as it melts more evenly this way)





Once nice and gooey, add to the egg and sugar mixture.
Add the sifted flour, cocoa, Baking Powder and salt and beat till well mixed.
Once well mixed, stir in the chopped nuts and chopped white chocolate.


Pour the mixture into a large oven dish lined with foil (shiny side down). The mixture rises so make sure the dish is about 5cm deep so that the mixture doesn’t overflow while cooking.

Pop it in your pre-heated oven and bake for approximately 20 to 30 minutes.

Remove from the oven and leave to cool in oven dish,  and once cool tip out and peel off the foil.



Cut into squares and dust with icing sugar.

Yummy…. needless to say I am apparently part of Shane's weight gain "problem" and definiately not part of the "solution"!

This recipe was shared with me by a very talented friend who offers cooking courses, check out her website: http://www.domesticgogos.co.za/ she often features yummy bits for you to try.

Have a lovely weekend and let me know how yours turn out!

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Olivia Faith's Baptism...








I mentioned that in amongst the last three crazy weeks of school holidays we finally got around to baptising Livie.

This was a big day for me, as I felt that it was so important to promise her back to our maker just as he had given her to us…

So with almost all her special people gathered and a few* pretty treats prepared, we made our way to North Durban Presbyterian church.

The minister had asked me to say a few words to bring those of the congregation that did not know our story up to speed so I sumarised as much as I could...it was only an hour service;) and I took the opportunity to thank those that did know and had supported us along the way and I thought I’d share it here.

Sunday 7th July 2012

Today is a very special day for our family and especially for our little Olivia Faith.

I want to start off by thanking everyone for coming and supporting our beautiful daughter today and for supporting our family since her birth and before. The love and kindness that we have received from all of you has been overwhelming. The phone calls, the messages, the visits, gifts and especially the prayers have helped our family enormously. Just knowing that all of you were standing by us and holding us up has touched our hearts in a way that words can’t possibly describe. We have been so very humbled.

We found out that I was expecting late in 2010, a complete surprise to both Shane and I, but as with all gifts of this type I was thrilled. The pregnancy didn’t start off well though, and early on by 8 weeks, I was diagnosed with Placenta Previa (a low lying placenta), and shortly after, hospitalised due to bleeding. At that stage I wasn’t aware that I was carrying triplets and sadly by the beginning of January I had suffered an inevitable miscarriage. It was shortly thereafter that my gynae advised me that I had in fact miscarried, but that there was evidence of two further embryos. Twins!

And so our journey together started… I remember asking Dr K at that point, what I could do to help keep my babies safe and avoid another miscarriage and his answer was simple … Pray.

And pray I did, sadly within the next few weeks one of the heartbeats no longer showed up on the ultra sound, but one very strong little heartbeat hung on – Olivia.

Even from that point we were seeing Dr K every 2 weeks and each visit Olivia grew and grew. But by 16 weeks I was aware that something was very wrong. At that early point I was feeling heavy and uncomfortable like I did nearing the end of my two previous pregnancies, and was also breathless and battling to sleep at night because of the severe pain.

After some investigation, Placenta Percreta was confirmed. This being a very rare condition where the Placenta grows through the uterine wall and into neighbouring organs. There were six known cases worldwide and the prognosis was not good.

So at 16 weeks I was put on full bed rest. Family and friends rallied around and those months seemed to drag from one doctor’s visit to another and I held my breath each time until I saw my teeny, tiny little girl’s heartbeat on the monitor. The challenges of being bed ridden with two other children and a very hardworking husband were not easy, but with God’s grace and amazing support, we managed.

Finally we reached the point when the risk of my mortality was higher than the benefits to Olivia to keep her in my belly. The doctors were well prepared for my expected complications and blood loss and thankfully all went well.

Olivia was born at 32 weeks at 7.47am on the 21st June 2011, at just 1.31kilograms, she took her first breath, cried and then stopped breathing…I thankfully was asleep for this as with the risks being so high Olivia was delivered under General anaesthetic. Thankfully Olivia was stabilized and spent the next almost two months in NICU growing and fighting and stealing all the nurses’ hearts.

The next few months consisted of chemo therapy for me and various surgeries’ and finally a full hysterectomy to deal with my placental issues. Then finally after quite an ordeal, we were both sent home to heal.

Olivia turned one a couple of weeks ago… a whole year has passed since that early morning in that cold sterile theatre as the slow, steady rhythm of the beeping machines in the background lulled me to sleep.

As I think back I can still smell the disinfectant in the room and feel the Goosebumps prickle my skin under the warm blanket on that hard cold operating table. I gulped back my fear, held on tight to Shane’s hand, said a final pleading prayer and then, there was nothing … nothing but him keeping me going, keeping me strong.

That was the first of my surgeries; there were three further and each time the same pleading prayer…don’t leave me, please give me the strength to get through this…just a little further.

I am often asked how I kept so positive and strong and all I can say is that it was not me, it was him. He never let me believe for a minute that either of us wouldn’t make it and this verse often rang true;

Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance of what we do not see Hebrews 11.1



Today those early days of anxiety mixed with excitement, and pure relief and joy every time we got a positive update on Olivia’s progress seem light years away – did it really even happen to us?

I watch Olivia play on the mat in the early morning sunshine, and I marvel at the miracle in front of me… to think, had I not the faith and the stubborn belief that we could make it, had I listened to the Doctors early warnings of deformity, mortality and more, had I made the choice to terminate this little mite, I would not be able to watch this dinky, strong, feisty, loving little girl busily moving around the floor, playing with this and that, jabbering quietly and coming over every now and then to give her mum a cuddle, flash that heart melting smile of hers and show me the toy she just discovered…

And then I am thankful, so very thankful that I was brought up in a Christian home, that I have the mother I do and the family that jumped to our support. Without my faith and special people this miracle girl would not be here, and we would not have completed our family and we would have missed out on so, so much joy!

And also were it not for all our doctors and nurses and all the amazing neonatal staff at Umhlanga Hospital our life as we know it would not be. He put them in our path and led us to this place and for that we feel so very blessed.

Shane and I feel like the luckiest parents in the world to have been blessed with not one, not two, but three amazing strong, confident and loving little girls. When something like this happens you tend to re-evaluate your life and I am aware of just how much this has taught us.

It has taught us strength, a strength I never thought I had. It has taught me to appreciate life and all of the little things. It has taught me trust, to put that trust in God as never at any point have I felt alone, it has taught me acceptance, the strength to accept the hand I have been dealt, it has taught me human kindness and it teaches me still.

About four months after my last op, I was again struck with severe pain and it was found that due to all the surgeries and intervention, adhesions had formed between my intestines, colon and other internal organs literally gluing my insides together with a chewing gum like substance. So as my body works my organs pull against each other causing severe pain.

My doctors and I are still working on that, and I have good days and bad, but I’m doing okay and mostly manage to supress the pain and instead concentrate on my three beautiful girls and long suffering husband.

Olivia is doing so well, on the whole healthy and happy, a little on the small side, but we all know that dynamite comes in small packages. People often comment that when Olivia is a difficult teenager I can remind her of what I went through to give her life, but each time it is said I have the same violent emotional reaction… my body let her down, she did nothing to me, nothing but be the bravest little mite I know and the feistiest little fighter around. I am so proud of her and couldn’t in a million years blame her for anything but bringing me closer to God and making me a better person.

I would do it all again in a heartbeat just to be able to see her silly smile and tickle those tiny feet.

Today we as a family bring you Olivia for the sacrament of Baptism, so that you may be brought up in the faith of Christ and as a member of his church… just as I was. True faith is very personal and my wish for you is that you always know what a miracle you are and how special you are because you were spared.

The world is a better place with you in it Olivia, and I thank heaven above for my daughter and my life.

Where I am week, he is strong.



This was tough to stand up in front of the congregation and say, and I did get a bit choked up here and there but I think it was good for me to do it and definitely part of our healing process, as upon writing these words a flood of things long supressed came out and at least now I am stronger and better able able to deal and move forward...

Thanks for reading.