For the last few days I’ve been coaxing the dog we unofficially adopted into our yard with food scraps so she might choose to give birth to her puppies here. I had no idea how close she was to giving birth but joked with a few of our neighbours that she’d birth where she was fed the best! Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for Spotty dog, there was a mix up with our food order with a warm BBQ chicken replacing the (much craved) COLD free-range whole chicken. It’s not advisable for a pregnant woman to eat a pre-cooked chicken that’s sat in a warm car for two hours, but I’m pretty sure its super food for a pregnant dog!
For the record, Husband ate a fair bit of the chicken.
Last night Spotty slept under our bedroom donga which was unusual because it was so cold. I thought we might wake up to a pile of puppies. Instead we woke up to a chilly morning, Little Boy with a fever and Spotty in obvious labour. She made a little nest under our room and throughout the day had 5 puppies. At lunch time she disappeared. I started panicking when 4 hours went by and still no sign of Mumma Spotty. Her pups were hungry and getting cold. We went for a drive and asked a few people to keep a look out for her.
Eventually we found her! She was well hidden under the opposite donga bedroom to ours and seems to have had a few more puppies. One pup I found by itself with its little head stuck in part of the building. I thought I would decapitate it trying to get it out! It was very cold so might not survive. Hopefully in the morning Spotty will decide on a better nest for her babies.
I’m so grateful she chose our house. It’s nice to have some new life around here.
We returned yesterday from a week’s holiday in Darwin. While we won’t be marking Darwin as our all-time favourite holiday destination, it was pretty great and we were so grateful for the change of scenery. To start the holiday off with a bang, Guy Sebastian was on our 30 seater flight! Husband thought this was pretty cool and said hello to him at the airport.
We had lovely accommodation right in the centre of Darwin which was great for walking everywhere and catching buses. We ate lots of great food, so much so that Husband has started a new exercise routine to compensate. Little Boy must’ve enjoyed the change of scenery too as he was unusually pleasant. Husband bought a new football and taught Little Boy to say “ball”. It’s the cutest thing!
Before we left, I dug up the last available plot in my garden. I carefully planted out the snow pea seeds in perfect rows on top of what used to be my scrap heap/compost pile. As soon as we got home I checked to make sure my flora babies were
fed watered in my absence. I was so happy to see them all thriving, along with about 30 more watermelon seedlings who popped up from my “compost” pile…oops! Come August our abundance of watermelons will be comical. Especially since my belly will probably be the size of one!
I should quickly mention, we really did love Darwin but we were shocked that there are still smoking areas in pubs (maybe we’re spoilt in NSW) and way too many people with B.O. for this pregnant lady’s heightened sense of smell. Maybe all the backpacker accommodation in town had run out of rooms with showers?
Highlight reel from Darwin:
I don’t think I can, so i’ll just ramble a little bit and add some cute photos.
We are a week out from our Darwin escape and it couldn’t have come at a better time. The three of us are going absolutely stir crazy. I’m embarrassed to say I even packed my bag at one stage and tearfully organised accommodation back home with a friend. But. I’m still here.
I am truly amazed every time I reach my limit and think I cannot possibly go another day how God, in his own perfect timing, works things out.
Our water was spontaneously turned off yesterday for a few hours. Grateful it was water and not our electricity! Also grateful it came back on just in time for Little Boy to have a much needed shower before bed.
An awful feeling of loneliness and isolation was curbed today by a beautiful pilot who flies the Royal Flying Doctors to Warmun. I only visited her for 10 minutes to pick up our mail, but it was so nice to chat with someone who “gets it” out here in a positive light.
We have no bread, no eggs, no milk, and no vegetables (well, we have potatoes). Having to get creative, I made pizza dough last night and sliced cooked potato on top with cheese and some frozen ham for little boy. Not sure what culinary delight tonight will hold!
If you thought I was exaggerating the fly situation, check this out. It has since been replaced with 3 new
killing machines fly swats.
Little Boy and his friend at playgroup playing with their dolls. It was so precious, they just wanted to sit on the lounge and cuddle their babies.
I haven’t always celebrated Mother’s Day happily. Mother’s Day for me has been a cruel reminder that I can’t spend a day spoiling my Mum, thanking her for giving birth to me and shaping my life to what it is today. In the past I’ve spoken to a friend of mine who also lost her Mum at a young age and we both agreed that around every Mother’s Day we need (at least) one BIG cry. After that we can continue to ignore the commercialism and remember how much we miss our Mum’s every day.
Since having Little Boy, my mourning has been turned into joy and I’m so grateful to the Lord for the gift of Motherhood.
We fell pregnant with Little Boy when we’d been married for 3 months, something looked down on these days. When we shared our news we often had negative reactions. People referred to our beautiful baby as a “surprise”, an “oops baby” and we still have other people tell us that if we could go back, we would have “been more careful”.
I have friends who’ve had children out of wedlock who also feel this negative judgment, especially from Christian friends.
I believe ALL children are a blessing from God. Every life is sacred and timed perfectly by a perfect God. They are never a burden, a curse or an accident. Whether the mother is 15 or 45. Yes, life with a baby is hectic but it is also the most precious way to learn humility, patience, and self-sacrificial love. It is a small glimpse of the love that Jesus shows us.
So rejoice with your Mothers, Aunties, Grandmothers and children today. Bless a single or young Mum today. Embrace a childless Mum or motherless child today.
Our special announcement was delivered by video message to our immediate family first thing this morning. Uploading it to my blog is beyond me so here it is:
We are expecting another precious baby late November 2013!!
A few people guessed it, your prize is in the mail. Not really.
Although I sounded optimistic in my last post, I was really struggling with reality at the time! The heat and toddler tantrums were really getting to me and I considered coming home for a bit of relief. We asked a few people to join us in prayer, God answered (!!) and as a result we’re all having a much better week this week.
Yellow House (playgroup) has been on this week, so Little Boy and I head over to play from around 9-11am. We have so much fun playing in the sand and just being with other people.
This morning, however, Little Boy was desperate for a ride in the wheelbarrow. I popped him in and we went for a ride around the yard. We got back to my stunning vegetable garden and I was over the moon my carrots seeds were sprouting! In my excitement, I turned my back for one second and Little Boy went crashing out of the barrow face-first into the (also stunning) rock garden edge. We figured we best not get dirt and sand in the fresh wound and stayed home from Yellow House. Best mother ever! Attached is a photo. It’s since bruised up and my precious one has a black eye.
A photo of my garden and my gorgeous Turkey Creek uniform. My zucchini, watermelon and (ahem) carrots have all sprouted up nicely. Waiting for the tomato’s turn.
A cane toad! We went on a little family rampage the other night and Husband spiked 16 of the suckers!
Little Boy helping Daddy preflight the helicopter in the mornings.
Last photo. Have to share the big cheeky bull that keeps getting into our yard. Someone (maybe me…) keeps leaving the gate open after driving to Yellow House in the mornings. Notice the size compared to the helicopter. This thing could swallow me whole.
Will take this opportunity to share that Sunday is Mother’s Day! I’ve given my brief wish list to Husband, so hopefully come Sunday i’ll be dying my hair and sipping flavoured tea. This excellent blog will also feature a super cool announcement for Mother’s Day and no… its not what colour i’m dying my hair although i’m sure you’re all subscribing as I type this!
Someone eat a bacon and egg McMuffin for me for mother’s day (without the bacon). Yummm….