Photo Update: Bellana

Bright and early on Thursday 9th August we left on what is now an annual family holiday. Usually we rough it out in a mountain cottage on the Bainskloof Pass. This year, however, with two new(ish) babies, we thought it best to go somewhere a little more kitted out, so to speak - and what a good spot Papu found: a beautiful house in Betty's Bay, warm, cosy and overlooking the ocean. Even though it was still pretty cold, we all had a pretty good time - as I'm sure you'll be able to see in the pics below.

(these are only some of the 200+ photographs that were taken!)

Packed and ready to go

 

No chance of us fitting in one car anymore!

Jorja doing the rounds, all cosy and warm

Ethan decided to nap while waiting for Yaya

Bellana: the beautiful view on the balcony

Zac loves his Daddy's singing

 

Jorja trying out any and every hiding spot

 

An added service: the babysitters club

 

Jorja's precious playtime with her Mama

One half of the breakfast table

 

No outing with Papu would be complete without a braai!

Natasha in babysitting training

 

I'm not sure there are many tables we can all fit comfortably around anymore

Can you imagine what each grandchild must be thinking?

Papu and Yaya couldn't have known what they were starting when they first sang 'Jersulam' to Zac - he loves it so much, they now constantly have to sing it to him! :)

All The Things They Say...

I know it has been absolute ages since I last posted. This blogpost was written three weeks ago, but we have had problems connecting our computer to the internet, and so all my blogposts have been stored out of reach for a while... Let's hope it's the last of that!

You know, when you find out that you’re pregnant, it’s naturally a time of great excitement. Everyone is wondering whether it’s a girl or a boy, and who s/he’s going to look like. Every person you bump into has an opinion on whether your bump is too big or too small, and women who’ve been pregnant before you (or not even) are giving advice and warnings at every opportunity: what birth plan to go for, whether to take meds or not, how much maternity leave is enough… It becomes quite a lot to deal with. And it really doesn’t ease up after the birth: should you sleep train or comfort, co-sleep or not, demand feed or schedule? My experience has typified this; I had really heard it all!

Except how overwhelmed I would feel that first week: how my lack of knowledge and experience would far outweigh the ‘inconvenience’ of lack of sleep, how I’d have night-sweats and bleeding, how my baby would chew away at my aching breasts, and how his belly stump would ooze gunk even after it’d fallen off – they seemed to have left those parts out.

They also didn’t mention how my heart would explode with love, and spill over and out into my arms. They didn’t tell me how natural it would feel to be covered in wee and spit-up milk, and to wake at the first sound of my boy stirring. They forgot to say how quickly I would fall in love with his scent and his face, and how I would voluntarily watch him sleep for hours just to gaze upon the miracle of his creation, and adoringly wonder how this beautiful boy could possibly be my child.

And maybe that’s not all bad. To have discovered this over the last 5 weeks has been a journey I wouldn’t trade for the world. As I write this Zac is sleeping in his crib next to me. He’s been ill with bronchiolitis this week so far, and although his bad cough and tight chest have been really scary at times, he’s been smiling through it all. If I wasn’t sure how much I loved him, this week has shown me. And what’s more: it’s taught me about the love our Daddy God has for us. That He could love me even more than this blows my mind.


"What marvelous love the Father has extended to us!
Just look at it - we are called children of God!"
1 John 3:1a ~ The Message

Ps. In case you weren’t certain God loves me: I received my academic results, and despite being pregnant throughout my year of studying, I have passed cum laude! I also got a wonderful surprise from work: I am getting 6 weeks paid maternity leave, and got a 1st semester bonus, meaning that all my maternity leave is covered financially. Praise God! ...I told you He loves me!

Meeting Zac

It’s hard to believe that this is the first chance I’ve had to sit and write. But then, the last two weeks have been pretty eventful…

Exactly two weeks ago, I was sitting in our living room, much like I’m doing now, (over)eagerly awaiting something to happen. I had spent the better part of the previous night up with contractions, and having had so many Braxton Hicks before, I was certain that by the morning I would be going to hospital. To still be sitting at home at lunch time was, quite understatedly, a disappointment. Still, it was Father’s Day, and as much as I had really hoped that Andel would be able to celebrate it as a father, I couldn’t let my emotions not let me celebrate my own father. So, as planned, we went to Papu and Yaya’s house for tea, to be followed by dinner.

By the time we sat down for dinner though, those contraction-like movements were back. I couldn’t tell how long they’d been back for (surely, if they were the real thing, I would know?), but started taking notice when they got progressively closer together – like 7 minutes close together! While my waters hadn’t yet broken, I thought I’d be safe and call the doctor, who promptly told me to get myself to the hospital. So in the middle of dinner (before I got to have Papu’s apple crumble and custard!) we left for the hospital with contractions a mere 5 minutes apart.



Andel's every whim was catered for: a lazyboy and dstv

Trying to brave the pain without meds (stupid girl!)

After a quick examination, the appearance of my show, and some foetal monitoring, the doctor declared that I was in active labour, and would be holding my baby in the morning. Of course, when he said morning, I was thinking early hours of the morning. What I didn’t expect was a marathon 13 hours of labour. After braving the pain for 5 hours, I took some meds (if it’s on offer, why not, I say). Two hours after that, I could feel more pain – more than I had ever experienced in my life; pain no amount of bravery could combat! I practically begged for an epidural, and felt instant relief once it was administered. By this time though it was 04h00 in the morning, and much to my concern, there was still no sign of my baby. At 07h00 after yet another examination, the doctor recommended an emergency caesarian. He explained that the baby was in some distress, and that despite my contractions being very close together, and the baby being ready to come out, my body was not ready to let him out.

Now I was pretty set on having a natural birth. I was looking forward to pushing my body, and then my baby, but at that moment if the doctor had told me he needed to amputate my left leg to get my baby out, I wouldn’t have hesitated to let him. So an hour later, on Monday 18 June 2012 at 08h13 (on cousin Christopher’s 24th birthday), completely incoherent compliments of a failed epidural top up and a very effective spinal block, I met Zac James Klaasen.


And then there were three...

Zac and I spent the next three days in the hospital: getting to know each other, learning the ropes, and being showered with love and support. Since then, we have been at home. Following a 6-day weekend Andel spent with us, I've taken the more conservative approach and not left the house at all (it's not like the weather has helped coaxed us out) - choosing instead to ease into our new life together. While I'm still a bit tender and sore, I'm definitely more mobile (navigating the stairs, as well as getting used to doing everything with one hand, and only one eye open), and trying to remember to savour every moment of this time.

And Zac: he's the sweetest, most gorgeous boy; a sound sleeper and particular eater, with mysterious eyes, many expressions and a strong will. He may look exactly like his Daddy, but one thing's for sure: he's his Mommy's boy!


Zac James Klaasen

Pat-a-Cake, Pat-a-Cake...

It's amazing how pending motherhood changes women: they seem to develop the strangest and most wonderful skills, often in areas never explored before. I have not escaped this, and have found it to be true, most notably, in the kitchen!

Despite Andel's often public declaration of "we can't really cook and stuff" (by the way, I like how I cook just fine - I choose not to make stews!), I have never spent more time in my kitchen - or my mom's or sister's or any one I can get into - than over these last 9 months! And I'm not spending my time experimenting with gourmet sarmies. I, my friends, am baking!

I have tried and tweaked recipes for cookies, brownies, cupcakes, muffins and baked desserts, and I was pretty happy with that for a while. But then, after following all Tarrin's culinary designs with a drool and a dream for tea and cake, I wanted to attempt a proper cake - one with rolled icing and everything. So I decided I would make one for Ethan's dedication (not like I really needed an occasion).

Clearly, being pregnant has also made me a little loony: I don't think it's at all sensible to make your first attempt the day before the cake is required, but that's exactly what I did. And, needless to say, when I got to Ash I realised I'd forgotten most of the essential ingredients and tools at home! Still, I was determined to make this cake, come hell or broken water!

While the cake was baking, I started rolling out more than half a kilo of icing - and got a good upper body workout in the process!

Once the cakes (two different sizes!) had cooled (and been successfully stuck together with chocolate icing) Ash helped me cover it with the rolled icing.

Then came the trimming and styling. I don't yet know to get it smooth and flat without destroying the entire thing!

The decorating: my favourite part! There was even enough icing to make a necklace of pure sugar around the base.

I was pretty impressed at being able to create all the letters (even though I did screw them up later in the process).

Initially I was told that liquid food colouring would disintegrate all the icing, so I braved it out and began painstakingly hand-painting in bits of blue to add some much needed colour!

 

Well, what do you know: the colour didn't disintegrate the icing after all! It was a little late to make any drastic changes, but at least we managed to make it look somewhat less clinical!

The final product: double chocolate sponge cake with chocolate butter icing, covered in a rolled icing.

In retrospect, I think I'm better at conceptualising the cake than actually making it. I suppose it turned out ok though. Considering that I managed to do almost everything wrong, I was quite happy that the cake made it to the dedication, and even to Jorja's birthday, and that everyone who had a slice was left smiling and satisfied!

Disclaimer: 

I would not recommend that any 38+ week pregnant women attempt this!

(After 6 hours on my feet I nearly missed the dedication altogether to give birth!)

School's Out

After 18 assignments, 12 long months (9 of which were spent being pregnant) and a total 6 weeks of exams, I wrote my final paper today. Granted, it's been a while since I last had to suck so much information from my thumb, it's still a pretty momentous occasion!

It's a bit of a strange feeling. It's been an unforgettable year: starting my first assignment on a flight to the UK, many late nights and early mornings searching the web, and textbooks keeping me company on weekend shifts. And just when I thought I was beginning to successfully juggle work and studying, we found out we had a baby on the way, and I moved into a new job. Who could have predicted all that would change during this time?

When I look back, I think if I had known the challenges I would face, I may never have begun. But God is so good like that: even in the most difficult times, He always provided me with someone or something to help and support me, and right until the end, He has held both Peanut and me in His protective hand. Whether I've been quietly confident or a near nervous wreck, I know that this was always part of His perfect plan for my life...

And so tonight I pack the books away. And just as this season ends, a new one begins: the student becomes the teacher; the child becomes a mother - and I'm pretty sure that combination will keep me occupied... until my next qualification anyway! :)

Preparing for Peanut

Yesterday, Peanut and I were invited to a little tea party - for us! While Andel and I were doing very little preparing for Peanut, Ashleigh and Dominique spent the better part of the last few weeks planning a baby shower!

Most of our closest friends and family were present to participate in the fun and share in the excitement. We played games (the golden oldies beat the pants off us at Baby Bingo), did foil-art (who knew it required so much brain power) and tested my baby knowledge (I think it's safe to say this mommy-to-be is still in the teething phase of motherhood!). The family and friends overseas were sorely missed, but fondly remembered as Ash shared the letters they sent for us.

Even Peanut got a name tag :)

 

Ash explaining the rules of the games



Can you spot the other pregnant fairies?


Of course, a tea party just wouldn't be complete without something sweet to eat, and boy, these organisers did not disappoint. Despite not really having much of a sweet tooth, I think this was my favourite part of the afternoon. The thoughtful attention to detail that went into each little creation warmed my heart (and nearly wet my eyes) as we tucked into the most delicious cupcakes, biscuits, chocolates and pastries - each uniquely linked to the baby theme.

Aren't these the cutest cookies you've ever seen?

Yummy cupcakes

I know a few kids who'd like this kind of pacifier!

Towards end of the afternoon, I was given a table full of gifts and goodies for Peanut - clothing, toiletries, nappies, a bath, a feeding pillow, blankets and much, much more!

Opening all Peanut's presents

Getting some help from Lexi

So now, with just over a month to go, we're very much on that last stretch, and inbetween exams, work and everything else, we're preparing for our new world of baby blues... No, don't worry, not the postpartem type; the kind that inevitably accompanies the arrival of a much anticipated little boy...

Babymoon

This past weekend, Andel and I snuck away on our babymoon vacation (yes, it has taken me this long to reconnect with the real world!). After months of vacillating between ideas of where to go, how long to go for, and whether or not I'd be able to manage a flight, we decided to drive to the beautiful valley of Tulbagh, and enjoy a weekend at Vindoux Guest Farm.

We were promised a private luxury treehouse, warm hospitality and country-kitchen food, and we were not disappointed.

Treehouse number 3

Hardly a humble nest

Andel at his happiest

It was so hot when we got there on Friday afternoon (sorry to rub that in), Andel even managed to get in a good swim.

Such a poser, this one!

Peanut decides not to have a swim!
(the first official public Peanut pic, by the way)

Lord of the Manor

On Saturday, it was a little cooler, and perfect weather, we thought, to do our own little Wine by Cycle Tour. We were going to cycle up to the dam and have a picnic lunch before heading back to the farm to braai for dinner (yes, they cater for all of that!). I, however, forgot to factor in my growing belly - and the fact that there's good reason why pregnant women are not supposed to cycle on an upright bike (well, it's just not possible, really). Andel, on the other hand, forgot to pack in spare tyre tubes. So half way to the dam, he got 2 flats, and we had to walk the bikes back! Thank heaven for the beautiful scenery, fresh air and inviting thoughts of braai dinner that made the walk so much more pleasant!

Breakfast for two - served on our balcony

The long walk/ride back

The perfect end to any day

On Sunday, to wind up a very relaxing weekend, we enjoyed the most decadent 2 hours pamper sessions at the day spa - a mommy-to-be massage (on a preggie massage bed and all!), pedicure and facial, and a destress massage and facial for dad - before taking the scenic drive home.

Savouring the last of the lie-ins

My pedi'd feet

What a great place for a last little getaway before the two of us officially become three. We had such a good time, we may just have to take Peanut back there sometime! :)

Amazing Love

It's been one of those weeks. I'm sure you know the kind: where, for whatever reason, you stop and take stock of your life, reassess where you're going, and realign your priorities.

A lady I know passed away suddenly this week. She was a loud, smiling woman with a big heart and an insatiable appetite for all of Jesus. Ashamedly, at times all the activity that epitomised who she was made me tired. This week though, I was amazed: as people heard of her passing, her facebook profile became filled - page after page - with testimonies of her devotion to the Lord, and the blessing she was to others. It made me really wonder: when I die one day, will people be able (and willing) to say that about me?

And so today, on Good Friday, we remember how God in his infinite and unconditional love (after countless attempts to reach out to the world at other times and in other ways) sent His own Son to die for the entire world - and most importantly, how it didn't end there. Jesus paid the price and fought the fight, and in His resurrection, silenced death once and for all, so that all people can have the opportunity to spend their eternity with Him.

And that's what keeps things in perspective. Death is not final. This life is not it. There is another gift waiting - and others need me to tell them about it.

"Because my sinless Saviour died my sinful soul is counted free.
For God the just is satisfied to look on Him and pardon me."

Babies and Bicycles

I have come to the conclusion that this pregnant woman cannot multi-task - at least, not when it comes to doing assignments and blogging simultaneously! So, my apologies, once again!

Consider this a highlights package of the last month:

1. Ashleigh and duPie's Babyshower

On Saturday, 18 February, we arranged a not-so-surprise babyshower for Ashleigh and duPie at our good friend, Tracy's house. Following a leisurely brunch out, I had the near impossible task of getting rid of Ashleigh long enough to set everything up!

All the ladies (and babies) celebrating with Ash

Yummy snacks - 90% homemade too! ;)

The 'old wives' Section

Ash getting into the swing of things

We had a lovely afternoon: Ashleigh's and duPie were spoilt rotten. The food was fantastic (thank you to PJ who arranged the chilli poppers - all the preggie bellies were most grateful), the gifts all gorgeous, and the company most complimentary.

Megan, Ash's school friend: due April

Noleen: due June

Ilana: due July

We thought for sure that duPie would be arriving the following week, but even as I write this, duPie has not yet made his/her grand appearance...

Jorja rehearsing her big sister duties

2. Andel's 1st Argus
In December last year, Andel made the (appearingly daft) decision to buy a mountain bike when a friend of ours, Brendan, bought his. Given the time of year, I paid my part, and called it a Christmas present. I'm not sure I ever really thought he would do much cycling though - most certainly not the Argus! But during his month-long leave in February, Andel declared that he'd be doing the Argus - a mere one month prior to the 110km race!

I think Andel may have done 10 rides - if that - to prepare. However, yesterday morning at 05h30, Andel was ready in his Virgin Active sponsored kit, camelbak packed and forcing down his nerves and Pronutro.

05h30: the breakfast of champions

06h00: all set, and ready to go

Andel and Brendan at the start

I managed to get a glimpse of the guys on Edinburgh drive, about 30 minutes into the race, and then again at the bottom of Suikerbossie, about an hour or so from the end. Much to my surprise and delight, on both occasions they looked strong and comfortable. Certainly more so that I who was standing in the sweltering heat with a very swollen belly!

Some 70-odd km into the race

Andel says the race was tough. He completed it in 7 hours - which was by far the longest he had been on a bike. Ever. But what an achievement! He and Brendan completed the race, with no training, under extremely hot conditions, and finished together!

Brendan, Nurr and Andel back home after the race
(they don't look tired at all, do they?)

Of course, I can't mention the Argus Cycle Tour without a brief mention of the man who got us all started in the beginning. This year could've been such a sad experience for us all, remembering that Gramps Ikey, our favourite cyclist, was riding in a race none of us would be able to watch. But Andel's achievement seems to have warmed everyone heart, and definitely put a smile on everyone's face - Gramps' too, I'm sure.

And no one was more proud than me... the new cycle WAG! :)

The Perks (and pains) of Pregnancy

According to those in the pregnancy know, I've had a dead easy pregnancy so far:

I've had no morning sickness, I lost weight in my first trimester, and I've hardly shown at all (until now, that is). My hair is long and shiny, and while I didn't style or blow dry my hair before (although perhaps I should have), I now don't have to! I have healthy and clear skin and nails. My previously (just about) B-cup breasts are now an attractive C-cup (something I have waited my whole life for), and my child-bearing hips are, well, finally bearing a child, making them look far more proportional than before! It seems pregnancy has done for me what no diet, fad or make over ever could!

Between you and me though, it's not been quite all that glamourous: that same lushious hair tends to grow too fast, in all the wrong places (I have never had to shave so often in my life!), and those long awaited C-cup breasts can be heavy and rather uncomfortable (thank heaven for maternity bras, however unflattering). Just recently, after much prompting by mothers before me, I earnestly started my Stretch-mark Survival regime, covering my baby bump with Vitamin E oil two or three times a day encouraging elasticity in my skin to beat the bulge. While I understand the logic (and totally get the benefit of starting early), most days I just feel like a deep-fried samoosa!

I realise I can't really be arsed (pardon my language) about all these cosmetics. Easy pregnancy or not, I reckon all these changes are a small price to pay for all the miraculous happenings going on in the womb-world right now. I currently have a daily (nightly) dose of Peanut's movements. I already know that s/he must really like (or hate) music because when I'm at band rehearsal or leading worship at church - regardless of routine - Peanut comes out to play. And I'm convinced that Peanut knows Andel's voice, because when he talks to my belly, s/he moves every time.

Yes, none of my shorts, skirts or trousers can close, I struggle to sleep, and I've gone without sushi for 155 days. It's true that, thanks to the recent heatwave, my fingers and toes look like pork sausages, and I can hardly climb a flight of stairs without breaking into a mild shine. So, I admit, I can't stand for long periods, my back sometimes cramps, and my bladder is constantly under pressure. But so what?

In 4 short months, I'm going to be a mama! :)