Saturday, December 12, 2009

In My Daughter's Eyes


This song is so beautiful. I think it reflects the feelings of any mother and child.

In my daughter's eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter's eyes

And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about

It's hangin' on when your heart
has had enough
It's giving more when you feel like giving up
I've seen the light
It's in my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she'll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I'm gone I hope you see how happy
she made me
For I'll be there
In my daughter's eyes

"In My Daughters Eyes" by Martina McBride

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Hope- what is it?

Today I had one of those days where I felt on top of the world. My life is great!!!

Happy children, wonderful hubby, summer, Christmas. I think this is my favourite time of year.

As I strolled around the shops trying to put a dent in the Christmas shopping and cover the upcoming birthdays too (we still have kid's birthdays- two in December and one in January). I realised how happy I am.

This morning I pulled a Grace card and I got Mirror. At lunch time, I stood in the health food shop and listened to the shop assistant's story of her last child's birth and her three month stay in hospital. I shared snippets of my story but let her tell hers.

'We had no help, it was just me and my husband,'she told me,'We just made our way through it.He had to deal with the other three kids while I was away.'

'I told the doctors,' she said,'After all this I am not going to be asleep and I made them give me an epidural so I could see my baby be born.'

Seventeen years ago she was one of the first to have an epidural Cesarean.

As I walked away I realised the word hope had not been mentioned. The lady in the shop had got on with it and believed it would be alright in the end. The words hope and baby don't seem to go together.

It struck me the similarity in our stories and the word mirror came back to me. It reminded me of our last house where I had a sticker which read "Choose Hope" stuck on the mirror of the bedroom. Frank and I had many a chat about the sticker and what it meant. We came to the conclusion that faith or belief would be a better word as hope sounded like it lacked confidence.

It is belief, faith, possibly even a knowing that keeps you going. Hoping isn't going to get you there when it is real strength you are looking for.

So what is hope? Does hope contain a lack of belief?

I know when I was told by someone that they believed everything was going to turn out fine, I believed them. I felt strengthen by the words.

Whenever someone said they hoped everything would be okay, I was always left wondering if it would be.

Hope.
I am so glad I didn't choose it last year.

Believe and have faith.

Cathryn

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Community

Recently I had a conversation with a group of friends. The topic may seem strange but we were discussing what we would do if our partners died. When you have children it is something that crosses your mind every now and then. Amazingly, most of us said we would remain in The Valley with the kids on our own. Before last year I would not have said this, now I do. I know that the community around me would support me through thick and thin. I know what real communities do for each other.

I am not a 'group' type of person. I have a few close friends and many acquaintances. I traditionally have never 'belonged' to anything other than a gym.

Last year when my life hit crisis point, my family and I were in desperate need of help. Like most daughters I called upon my Mum who willing offered to help us whatever way she could. I figured this would be all the help we would get.

Of course the hospitalisation was the crisis. We decided we would muddle through and take it as it came. After only a few days we kept receiving persistent requests from a group of friends wanting to help us. They approached Frank and my Mum and a plan was hatched.

Slowly but surely a roster was built, volunteer after volunteer put up their hand to help. I asked if they realised what they were planning to do and how long they'd be doing it. The reply was relax all will be fine, don't worry we will do it.

Sitting in hospital I watched it unfold. This group of women took charge.Each time when my Mum went home for some much needed rest for a week or two, the roster ladies took control.

In the morning a lady would arrive and gather up the mountain of washing and take it home. In the evening she'd return with the laundry washed, dried and folded plus a freshly cooked dinner for my family as well.

Frank would tell me stories of how these women went out of their way to help us. A couple of times some put us first before their own families and needs.

I wondered how I would repay these ladies who had helped us at the time. On the roster were women I barely knew.

As I sat in my city hospital I knew if we lived there it would never have happened. My city visitors were struggling to just to visit me. Yet our community here in The Valley rallied around us and carried us through until I returned home. Tirelessly helping and never complaining.

The most beautiful part was there was only thank you was required. I am not indebted to my community, I do not need to repay but merely pay it forward. I know we were truly blessed by our community.

When I look outside my world and see and hear of other's lives and stories I know this is not always the case. On the Internet in the many connecting places where communities are formed, I find families struggling at their times of need. With cyber space as the only support.

Yes, we were truly blessed on the community help part of our side trip. I believe we should all pitch in when we can, even if it is a tiny little thing you find you can do, it will always be remembered.

That is what a community is all about.

Merry Christmas to all,

Cathryn xo

Friday, November 20, 2009

G'DAY!


I'm blogging today! You've heard heaps from Mum so I thought I'd say hello today. I want to tell you a bit about me.

Yes, I was a bit of surprise for Mum and Dad, but I knew they'd love me so I came along anyway. I made sure they knew I was coming from the word go. Where I choose to land in Mum's womb was not ideal so I dug in and made myself comfy. Putting Mum in hospital for such along time wasn't the plan but that is how it happened. I think it ended with more positives than negatives.

Being welcomed to my family has been fabulous! The boys and Harmony love me and would do anything for me. I just need to cry and whine a bit ;)

I am lucky as I have no health issues that other premmies suffer from. My best friend she is an amazing girl too. She was born even younger than me. We love to hang out and watch our mums chat.

What do I love to do? I love to eat as you can see from my photo. I love the outdoors and will sneak out of the house any chance I get. I constantly say hello to people. I surprise people in the shops. They are always friendly back and I think we should say hello to each other more. I love laughing too. I get a real chuckle up and if you tickle my ribs I squeal in delight.

I'm pretty clever as I can climb things real easy. The other day I climbed up onto the toilet seat to play in the hand basin. It was fun playing in the water. Mum was happy the lid was down and I didn't fall in. She worries too much sometimes.

I have started to walk more now. I get real excited and I don't fall over too much. I finally worked out my knees were getting too sore from crawling.

My Dad is too cool. He was great last year looking after everyone. Dad uses words like love, blessings and forgiveness all the time. But when he talks about Mum he says she's his rock? I don't know what that is about.

I do know I am lucky to have them as my Bless-ed parents.

I asked Mum, Dad, the boys and Harms what words described me and this is what they said.

Cute, nice, fun, independent, cheeky, determined, resilient, clever, demanding, funny, cautious, jealous, loving, alert, penetrating presence.

I'm glad they only had mostly nice things to say!

Well, that is about it for today. I'll come back and tell you some more soon.

Nice to meet you all,

XO TIA

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Bed Rested-The Reverse Premmie


Most premature babies spend time in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) or the Special Care Nursery (SCN) for days, weeks, or even months. But sometimes it is the mother who does the long hospital stay. I call it Reverse Premmie as I was the one who was months in hospital on bed rest. 'Resting' trying to keep Tia safe inside for as long as possible.

At the start with my admittance to hospital at 19 weeks it was to give her a chance for a life. Then from 24 weeks 'resting' in hospital was to keep Tia from the micro premmie world. Finally, we aimed for 34 weeks gestation where health concerns and problems would be a lower risk if born at or after this time.

Tia and I were lucky. We made it to the premature stage of 34 weeks with me having 'rested' for three and a half months before she was born. This did not mean that all went smoothly after Tia's birth as Tia had to be admitted to the NICU for breathing problems then a further 2 weeks in the SCN to establish breastfeeding and for her to manage some weight gain but this outcome is far better than the 19 week outcome.

Today I am blogging to Fight For Premmies but for me it is more than this. Today I think of not only the tiny babies struggling for life and good health in the NICUs but I am also thinking of the mums on bed rest. The mums 'resting' to give their child an extra week, day, hour or even a minute inside their womb- the most natural incubator in the world.

I have included an excerpt from my book.It is still a little unpolished but I wanted to share it with you.

14/03/08

Three days in and what a bumpy ride. The first 2 days were endless phone calls and text messages.

The first afternoon I couldn't stop. I couldn't keep still. I was trying to sit around and read magazines like this happens everyday but I would get to the last page and not recall a word I had read. My first night was pure hell. Noisy bright room, I woke up with every noise. I wrote lists for Frank, my Mum, and my kids.

I wrote my boys and Harmony a letter. How do you tell them you aren't coming home for months? I told them that I love them and to be good for whoever is looking after them. What more could I say?

I took forever to get undressed and into pyjamas, and even longer to unpack my bags. A midwife came into my room, nearly tripping over my bags. She asked me if I wanted her to unpack them.

“No, I will,” I told her, “when I am ready. When I am no longer in denial.”

The next day I had the most shocking headache. There were concerns that it was the medication but I think it was stress. I could barely move my head. My neck and shoulders seized up. It is probably from the sudden lack of use. The physio came and worked on it for me and showed me stretches to do to loosen it up. I also have a nice heat pack to help. So the headaches are gone. I think maybe the medication was a small part of the problem but my body has adjusted now.

I am struggling with tiredness and having naps throughout the day. It could be a way of coping- if I just go to sleep when I wake up I may not be here anymore. Unfortunately when the fatigue goes I know the boredom is going to set in and boredom is going to be hard to beat.

My thoughts are scary. Keeping my mind off what may happen and making your thoughts about what you want and believe will happen is a tough job in itself. You can't admit to yourself that you are scared- you have to believe everything is going to turn out perfect.

My kids are struggling. Jenson is reaching out, Caelen has crumbled and I don't know about Mac, he hasn't reacted yet. Harmony just tells people that Mummy is gone.

It is so crazy. I don't want to be here alone. It kills me when I speak to them on the phone. Tears and tears on both ends of the line. I will see them on Sunday. The last time I saw them I said I would come home as I kissed them goodbye at the school gate. I promised I’d come home and I didn't. When I see them this time I will be saying the goodbye, asking them to be strong and stay safe.

I don't think I can do it.




Here in Australia as in many countries the major hospitals with the NICUs are in the larger cities so this often means mothers and babies are separated from their loved ones, families and their support networks for days, weeks and months. For me, my bed rest meant I was hundreds of kilometres away from my family. Prematurity affects so many people on so many levels.

If it wasn't for modern science and bed rest Tia and I would not be here today. I knew my Bless-ed Baby would be early. I know why she came early. So many mothers don't know it is going to happen and never know why. We need to support organisations so they can keep researching and find the answers to why these babies are born to have to fight for life. Lets work together to make more people aware of the premmie babies, their families, friends and communities. As they should not be facing this alone.

Support March of Dimes or the leading premmie foundation in your country.

Bless-ed Bed Rest Mums and your Bless-ed Babies you are in my thoughts today and everyday.

Thank you for reading this on Fight For Premmies Day.

Cathryn

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Little Pieces of Me


This is a photo of some of my current favourite trinkets which I have decided to share with you.

My butterfly necklace was a gift from my best friend for my last birthday. She choose it as she knows how much butterflies mean to me. The week before I conceived Tia I went to a butterfly sanctuary and I have been mesmerized by them ever since. I asked so many questions on the guided tour I was offered a job! I spent two hours quietly watching the butterflies glide and swoop effortless around their enclosure. When I was in hospital I'd watched the butterflies outside my window. Some days they were the only company I had.

The other day I was walking up our drive watching the butterflies, thinking about this and how at times during my hospital stay I felt like I was in a chrysalis and that when I returned to the world I would start a new life. The words I'd recently read by Nathaniel Hawthorne came to my mind.

'Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you sit down quietly, may alight upon you'

I wondered if I should sit down by our creek to watch the butterflies dance in the cool and quiet when my ipod's battery died as if in answer. I sat and reflected for awhile then headed home.

Continuing up the hill with butterfly still flitting around me I wondered if I had become a butterfly after last year. With that thought I looked down on the ground and there on the road were two little butterfly wings waiting just for me.

My Blessed bracelet I bought in Sitka, Alaska. I wear it every day and have had to repair it twice.Once when it was broken it had been waiting for a couple of weeks to be fixed. Out of the blue I felt my arm wondering where it was.I had not really missed it before then. I had been in a lull with my book and proposal and suddenly I needed my bracelet back on. I got it out and fixed it. Within hours of wearing it again my thoughts were flowing with my book and ideas. My bracelet is my reminder of where I have been, where I am going and what I would love to achieve.

My little pieces of me are sitting on my note book. Here I write my thoughts and ideas. It is an amazing book as more than once I have opened it and found I have already written the words I am needing.

On the back of my note book are the words 'It is here where she must begin to tell her story.....'

My story is about sharing little pieces of me.


Cathryn

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Looking for Inspiration

I have been thinking about inspiration.It has been on my mind for a few days now. Of course my Bless-ed baby, her sister and brothers inspire me beyond words. They are the light of my life. My husband Frank is inspirational with his never ending love and support.

Premmie babies are inspiring!They are the essence of true human spirit. These tiny babies come into the world before their time and most have the fight of their lives before it is meant to have started.

In the US it is March of Dimes Fight for Premmies Month and here in Australia one of the biggest Premature Babies Organisations 'Miracle Babies' is having National Awareness month.

So this month I ask you to think of our premmie and unwell babies. I have joined Bloggers Unite and on November 17th I will be blogging to create one voice for the Fight for Premmies and to raise awareness around the world.

Please support me by reading my blog on the 17th.

Thanks,

Cathryn

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Bless-ed Baby: The Want, The Wait and The Will

My poor neglected blog :( I do not know what happened for the month of October. Did October even exist? It flew pass in a blink of an eye.

I was very busy with school and family holidays and of course my Bless-ed Baby book proposal. My book is now off on its own adventure at the publishers. I have to wait until the beginning of December to find out what our fate will be.

So for your patience I will let you have a sneak peek. My book is called Bless-ed Baby: The Want, The Wait and The Will. It is written in 3 parts as I found that at different stages I was learning and experiencing different things. I am sharing with you the intro for Part 2: The Wait. I trust you'll enjoy it!

PART TWO: THE WAIT

The light falls softly across my room. It is always soft as it is a South facing window and no direct sunlight ever reaches the room. The walls of the room are muted grey and mauve because of the lack of light the room is always dull. The trees swaying in the breeze outside the window are the only constant movement to be seen. I play the radio or turn on the TV otherwise the only sound would be my breathing and the hum of air conditioning.

Outside my room in the corridor I can hear how busy it is. The swishing of staff’s footsteps as they go about their jobs. The click clack of a crib as a new mother pushes her new born along to the nursery. The hushed tones of staff and mothers passing outside my door is overridden at visiting time. Loud voices and excited chat is all I can hear. Groups of happy people going to welcome a new soul to the world pass by my door. I hear the soft thudding of a child running up the hall. Mummy, mummy I hear the child squeal. I sit and watch the door. I watch the door waiting. Will there be any visitors for me?

I am sitting all alone in the hospital. Separated from all of which is familiar and all of which is family. I sit and try not to think of my family. I try not to focus on them. My heart aches if I give them too much thought. I have abandoned them. No mother wants to leave her children uncared for. But I have no choice. I have to believe a grandmother and a community can replace me.

I am facing the unknown. I do not know how it will end and I do not know how I will do it. I do know though you are another bless-ed child of mine and I will try my best for you.

As I lie in hospital feeling your movements inside of me, I know for now you are safe. The longer you remain cocooned in there the safer you will be.

So I sit here and wait for visitors. I wait for each day to pass. I wait for each week to end. I wait on the sidelines of my life as my life continues on without me.

I sit here and wait.
I wait for you.


Friday, September 25, 2009

Is it ever over....

Is it ever over or do side trips never end?

Over a year down the track every now and then I catch glimpses of the effects of last year on my family. At first the evidence was not hard to miss like children crying as I returned to Sydney for yet another specialist appointment. Crying and saying you are coming home tonight Mum.



Last night my beautiful girl was sad. She did not want to go to bed. Bless-ed Harmony was the youngest being 2 when all the side trip was going on. A 2 year old needs her Mum. Last night my Bless-ed parents were visiting. My Mother was a rock for us last year. She spent weeks in my home caring for my family.She was my family's surrogate mum. Bless-ed Harmony would not have survived without her Nan and her everlasting love.

Last night we tried to put Harmony to bed. She was crying unconsolably. With some gently rocking and sweet words she brought her tears under control and finally spluttered some words.

"No one makes me happy. I am sad,"she said. I encouraged her to explain.

"You leave when Nan is here. I want you to stay. Nan goes away when you are here and I miss her. You can't be here together."

Silently my heart begins to ache. She has not forgotten I realise. Her heart is telling her she loves us both but her head is saying we can't exist in our home together. As she grows older she will come to understand. At the moment she is confused.



I know in time we will all move on, we have already come so far. Last night was but a gentle reminder that the side trip is woven into our lives forever.



When you say to others, I beat you are glad that is over, you need to remember for them it never will be. Side trips are the fabric making up everyone's lives.



Cathryn

Monday, September 21, 2009

Alaska- loved and discovered




I Loved- my new friends with the Anne connection,watching the glacier's splashing and crashing delights, the inspiring beauty, lobster tail surf'n'turf yum yum yum, waking up to quiet, surprise views out the window, eavesdropping on interesting conversations-sshhh, You Picked a Fine Time to Leave Me Lucille, band aids on the floor moments, missing my family as absence really does make the heart grow fonder, grande cappuccinos- what is 8 ounces?, walking down the left side of corridors saying sorry I'm Australian, wondering why I was getting funny looks when I spoke-do you know what buggered means?, magnetic dining- how did I end up sitting with people I have never meet before eating this wonderful food, Yikes!!! there is a monkey in my room and an elephant, Nordstroms and every US shop I walked into, my new Fendi handbag :) I still cannot believe I own it, lastly I loved being me and only me for a week.




I Discovered- international airports aren't that scary, being an author is not about writing a book, heat waves happen in Alaska too, others can say love, heal, the right space and journey lots, I need to speak up if I ever want to get an upgrade- 15 year olds in first class how ridiculous, you never know who you are going to meet, family are always on the edge of your thoughts no matter how much fun you are having, the US has a huge population and you have to line up for everything, everyone has a story to tell, when travelling on your own you are more likely to be searched at check points, and I discovered there is nothing like seeing your bless-ed family again when you get home.




Cathryn

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Have you ever.....

Have you ever had a thought, idea or daydream going on in your mind that you find is still tumbling around in there for days and weeks later. This is what started to happen after Frank (my hubby) suggested I went to Alaska in March to see Cheryl Richardson on a cruise. I didn't want to go (too cold) and I wasn't ready to leave my family again, not even for a week. I would find myself driving over the mountain with the kids carrying on behind me so deep in my thoughts of my book and ideas of helping others, sometimes I wondered how I got home. I had all these ideas popping up and I didn't know what to do with them.




In June we had our annual preschool dance. It was a HUGE night! Quite a few wines were consumed. At some stage, late in the night I started talking to Bec, we were swapping stories and then these ideas of mine tumbled out. Bec was really interested. I woke in the morning and thought was that for real? Was there actually someone in the Valley who gets what I am thinking? There are only like 1000 people living here!



With busy lives Bec and I only ran into each other after that promising we must get together soon. Bec was heading OS for a few weeks so the timing wasn't right. Little did I realise I was heading OS too.



My bless-ed parents phoned me one afternoon and announced they were heading OS in 2 weeks time. I was very happy for them and said YAY for them for being so spontaneous. They were very excited and were full of news of their plans. I hung up the phone from listening to them and thinking how great it was and feeling slightly envious of their spontaneity. I decided to check my emails and opened one from Hay House. These words leaped out at me from the screen.



YOU CAN DO IT! YOU CAN PUBLISH YOUR BOOK!



I was a bit surprised to have been sent such a direct message. The universe had read my mind. I showed Frank and we realised this was the cruise in Alaska he'd mentioned months before. It had more than one program available on it. The cruise started to consume my thoughts and I talked with Frank about it on and off for a couple of days. Frank went away for the weekend and within minutes of returning home he asked if I was going to Alaska. I said yes I think I need to go. The next days were filled with making bookings and organising. It felt surreal for me to be the one heading off on such an adventure, I am usually the one who stays home.



Two short weeks later we piled in the car and my bless-ed family drove me to the airport. All the way I wanted to say if you don't want me to go it is okay. I had never travelled that far before on my own. It felt so strange that I was going. After a teary goodbye to my bless-eds I walked through the doors to customs and stepped into my newest side trip :)



Messages are there for you and you just need to recognise them and act!



Cathryn

Friday, September 11, 2009

This is where I am at....


This photo is my bless-ed family. Our little baby n0.5, who we have gained so much strength and insight from the time she was conceived into our world, is my inspiration for what I am trying to achieve.
I have spent a couple of days trying to decide where to start and have decided to start with the right now.



Right now I am a busy mum of 5 who has decided to write a book on bringing my bless-ed baby into this world. Just to add a little bit more on my plate, together with my good friend Bec, who has had a similar experience, I am aiming to set up a support group for parents of preterm and unwell newborns.


Last year my little sidetrip was about finding myself expecting the unexpected arrival of my 5th child. While still grappling with accepting the pregnancy I found myself hospitalised at 19+5 weeks gestation. I was put on bed rest because of 3 life threatening complications, one being threaten preterm labour.
I was hospitalised for the duration of my pregnancy which for those who have never had a baby is normally 40 weeks long. My body half way through my pregnancy had decided it had had enough :(


It was not until months later I realised it had not been expected that I would continue much further into the pregnancy more than a couple of weeks. Anyone with any medical knowledge of my condition would say I beat the odds by making it to 34 weeks before I delivered. Never in the entire time I was in hospital did I think the task of keeping my baby inside for a few more months as unachievable, it was a case of if my baby and my body agreed.


I had kept a journal from early in my pregnancy so revisiting the emotions, the feelings and the goings on are there for me to share. I am working almost daily on my book. The story of my courage to write my book is for another day.
My sidetrip has made me realise that in our community there are thousands of mums, dads, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends who are affected by pregnancy complications, preterm births and full term babies who are born unwell. In Australia there are 21,000 preterm births a year and in the US it is around the 500,000 mark. If I could help one family as my community helped ours during my hospital stay, I know it would make a huge difference to peoples lives.
So now I have the task of writing my book and working to set up the support group!
Got to love hard work :)
Cathryn


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Welcome to Bless-ed Baby

Welcome.....I am on a journey which I have come to realise is my entire life from birth to now.



At one time I read one of those born on this day birthday books. Interestingly it said people born on my birthday especially women don't find their true role or passion until around the age of forty. They are busy with family responsibilities or don't find their strengths until around this time.

It is true for me. As I approached my 40th year I set upon a side trip and found this out about myself:



I am passionate for life

I am passionate about my family

I am passionate in my need to help others who are walking a path similar to mine


Join me as I continue on my journey....