Happy New Year.
I am doing really well. Working, a toddler going through the terrible two's, my hubby, a sassy six year old, and a teenager have been keeping me on my toes. Our oldest has been with us for a year, and she was just happy to start 2015 with the family surname and to be a legal member of our family. Last year was a bit different, as she had only been with us a very short amount of time. This year, she has found her place in our family, and she knows that no one can break what we have built. Confident swag is how she described it. She is doing well. She has a job, and she is preparing to take the test to get her licence later on this year. She is starting to look at universities. It is about that time. She is starting her second year of high school next month. Big things in store, and I am proud as any mummy could ever be. She is really wonderful young lady, and I will never forget that I have been blessed with the gift of calling her my daughter and loving her.
Our little lady turned six in December. She is a handful and a half. She has warmed to me. During the holidays, we had a lot of time to connect and bond. We watched movies, ate junk food, and cuddled up in bed on the rainy days. We coloured together, read books, wrapped presents, and just talked. She really is not fussy. She was happy watching a telly show or just doing the simplest of tasks with me. I have learned how to have fun and relate to her. Before, I struggled with playing with Barbies and imaginary play. Now, I am all for tea parties and things that she enjoys. It was smooth sailing all December. She tells me she loves me all the time, and she likes giving me kisses and hugs. I can only hope that things will continue to improve between us. I am thoroughly enjoying our new relationship. I was blessed with the opportunity to right my wrongs and pen a new novel in this series called Life with her, and I am not willing to mess it up.
Right now, all of our children and their nanny are with their grandparents. The girls summer break does not end until February, and my in-laws wanted us to have some alone time before the new baby arrives. We have no idea what to do with ourselves. We are accustomed to ballet recitals, rehearsals, club meetings, etc., and it is just us now. Our home is empty and too quiet. I miss the noise. When they return, it will be time to go back to school shopping. I am not looking forward to that. High summer temperatures and pregnancy? I am jumping up and down at the thought.
I am ready for this pregnancy to be over. I am still not happy with having to undergo a [forced] Caesarean. I was told about this before agreeing to the surgery for our son, but I was hoping something had changed in the past couple of years. Wishful thinking. Surgery saved our then-unborn son's life, and this is just one drawback. For that, I will not complain. Every specialist I have met has agreed with my doctors that the process of labouring and delivering would not be in my favour. The odds are, however, in favour of my uterus rupturing. If that were to happen, I would have to undergo an emergency Caesarean because of foetal distress and potential haemorrhaging. Foetal morbidity is low, but it is not worth risking his/her life. There are no specific figures, but the risk for rupture is "significantly higher." Joy. Depending upon mini human's weight and lung maturity, he/she will be here at the minimum of 36 weeks but no more than 38. I am officially getting nervous. Oh Jesus. We will have a newborn soon. Yikes!
In other news, I have made peace with Kensi. We broke up almost two years ago. I have forgiven her because it was the Christian thing to do. We are cordial, and we exchanged pleasantries over the holidays. I do not know if it is the hormones, my new forgiving nature, or simply just because, but I have softened towards her. I can tolerate her more than I previously could. I am keen on building a friendship with her and healing the rift. We had lunch yesterday, which was not terribly awkward. My hubby no longer views her as a threat (read: worthy of his thoughts and sustaining disdain), and the only thing he told me was, "Have a nice time, sweetheart." It will not be an overnight process, but I am happy that we can at least be civil and friendly. I am not saying I expect us to be best friends or even overly chummy. We have mutual friends, and it would be nice to attend weddings and parties without tension being present in a room and making everyone feel uncomfortable. Here is to new beginnings and fresh starts.
I do hope all of you are doing well. I often read the threads and shake my head at them. Happy 2015 to all of you!