My premie Prince - A year after
After tireless attempts trying to write my first blog post. Here I am, gasping, back on duty. I survived the breakdance obstacle course with my 4-year-old princess, and my 1-year-old boy. Both of them were determined to smash my other child, its name is Baby Macky, my Macbook. Lauryn wants to copy everything that mummy does, and she actually says that all the time.
Mummy when I grow up, I want to be a Journalist and go to Uni.
It’s adorable listening to her sweet words, but when she nearly drops her apple blackcurrant fruit shoot on my keyboard, that changes everything. Suddenly the lovely words were just a detail compared to my instinct in protecting baby Macky at all costs.
When I finally thought that my adorable pink Mac was rescued. I was awfully wrong.
Baby Joylen found a new prey to relieve his painful itchy gums. I do understand that my cheeky monkey, is desperate for solutions to solve his teething problem.
Mummy here, tried everything, from gel, special dummies, cold carrots, and chewy snacks, and some calpol in between. But final result a big F for Failure. Nothing is helping him, apart from his obsession with my breast, he drinks his milk but mostly uses my breast as a dummy all of the time while managing to put everything he finds in his mouth. In other words, why do I need a hoover if I have Joylen?
Teething is definitely the most terrible experience that a human being can have. Imagining my poor child salivating in despair for relief. In his daily expedition of finding lost toys, yet again he found a new prey, the MacBook charger, but I made a deal with him, some chocolate hoops and there we go problem solved.
At long last, after the Olympic marathon in saving baby Macky, my two little bunnies finally fainted on the living room carpet. I put each one of them in their beds, and voila, the Journo mummy is able to start the writing process.
The only noise in the background is the fish tank aquarium, no mummy here and no mummy there and no dada, mama or tantrum drama. Now it's just me myself and I, a cup of tea and of course baby Macky. Oh how could I forget about baby number four? The dad. He travelled to Portugal to celebrate his first daughters sweet sixteen party. Away for five days. Yes I am a stepmother too, but believe me I'm nothing like the negative Disney company concept. I am like queen Miranda, in Sofia the first, we can talk, have fun, and be friends, so I am cool mother number 2.
However I feel that I have a lot of dust under my carpet, because I deferred my studies for a year.
No I wasn’t arrested! I am actually a well-behaved mummy.
No I didn’t take a cruise around the world with the family! I wish I could.
But the reality was that I had a second child during my second year of Broadcast Journalism course, and my little prince couldn’t wait until his due date, and decided to increase mummys Christmas presents list, born prematurely on the 11th of December.
I always feel really emotional when I remember that stage, seems like it was yesterday, but miraculously it was a year ago.
Joylen Christian, he is a blessing from God, my little fighter that was born at 35 weeks weighing only 1470g fighting for his life a year ago, today he is the most adorable and active baby that you can imagine, apart from trying to eat my MacBook charger. He is proof that we should never underestimate a man because of his size, because he is a real super hero. He taught me how to be a faithful and a stronger, human being, he taught me the meaning of having faith.
My son bravely surpassed his prematurity, successfully reaching with success all his milestones. The doctors are really happy with his recovery, and they said that he is in the normal size and reaching the milestones of a baby who was born full term.
We faced some obstacles together, such as: his inguinal and umbilical hernia surgery. Wow that was a painful stage. No mother should ever experience seeing a son in a surgery room. He was crying desperate for mummy and confused without understanding what was going on. But that was something that had to be done. So even in tears and in pain, I left him in the doctor’s hands, but again my superman recovered and scored extra points again.
And about mummy here, well the bad results are all normal now: a bing random applause to me.
Frightful Pre-Eclampsia you didn’t get me! I am healthier again.
Labetalol, high blood pressure pills, I am so happy to officially say good-bye to you and hopefully that will be forever. I will keep the blood pressure machine, just in case.
Oh my God. Gestational diabetes! You were my worst nightmare, I am glad I got rid of you for real. Needle in my finger 4 times per day, plus all that green stuff in my diet. I have to say that I paid for my sins on earth.
Time runs so fast, so on the 16th of January I return to University after a year away. I have to say that I am really lucky to be a student at the University of West London, the administration team, my course leader and all the lecturers, they helped me so much, in terms of paper work and provided so much motivation, they were amazing! So professional and human. Nowadays its difficult to find people who really care about others problems. But UWL is the proof that I made the right decision when I accepted the offer to study Broadcast Journalism there.
I have to say that was my first days at University after my deferral, were really odd, I felt a bit like Moggli from the jungle book, when he finally defeated Sherikan, the Tiger and met the humans. The first days I was completely unsettled again, plus getting to know different classmates, and all of them so young. I had that moment where I felt really demotivated and confused, asking myself lots of times if I was doing the right thing. Genuinely, I have a goal, and no plans to give up, and Joylen’s story it’s the proof that we can overcome obstacles.
I miss my old colleagues, some of them are really good friends of mine, and they taught me so many things, but life is a box of surprises. Moving forward because I am half way there, one more year and I will finally graduate.
However I have to say that I am completely motivated now. Mummy here is ready to rock and to leave all the bad memories in a buried box. Now it is time to smile to enjoy this amazing opportunity that life is giving me.
