I think every one will agree that having children is an amazing previlege and a state of power in wich parents are given a little human , with their own personality, but a whole character to be developed. This put parents in a place of power over that human but also brings a great responsability that must to be exercised with deep love.
Our adventure stated almost 3 years ago, in 2008, when my husband took me to a trip to Ireland. Over there we intended to go to a Island by boat and spend the day cycling around. As I'm a "motion sick person" I had to take a medication 24 hours before the boat trip but the doctor made me promise to test for a pregnancy first as the medication can't be taken by pregnant woman.
24 hours before the trip meant it was our birth and anniversary (we share the same birthday and got married on the same date!). So I woke up a bit sick that morning but went to "wet the stick" and test the pregnancy, husband left to get breackfast and a bunch of beautiful fairly traded roses. And the news that would change our lives forever were revealed!
I was pregnant with Eli after having a first miscarriage (subject to another post) a few months before.
Eli was the amazing reason why I was sick. Eli was the amazing reason why I couldn't go to our boat trip. And he was also the reason why my husband got for that birthday and anniversary a wet stick with urine inside of an envelope (The reaction when he open his birthday card was: "yuck, you pii on it!" and I said: "YES"! as it was totally fine!)
Why am I telling all this stuff which seem so normal?
That day we went cycling up (or trying to) a montain and we were incredibly happy.
We didn't know our baby was a boy, we didn't know I was just 6 weeks pregnant and the next 6 weeks after that I was going to be sooooo sick and specialy we didn't know that our baby would be born very ill with a condition called Hirschprung's disease (In Portuguese it is named Megacolon Congenito.).
That is the story I want to share.
It is about how a baby wich was less than 3 days old became our hero and how it has been to raise a very brave boy with a congenital illness and our journey caring and loving a little hero.
Here some photos of that great trip:
Our adventure stated almost 3 years ago, in 2008, when my husband took me to a trip to Ireland. Over there we intended to go to a Island by boat and spend the day cycling around. As I'm a "motion sick person" I had to take a medication 24 hours before the boat trip but the doctor made me promise to test for a pregnancy first as the medication can't be taken by pregnant woman.
24 hours before the trip meant it was our birth and anniversary (we share the same birthday and got married on the same date!). So I woke up a bit sick that morning but went to "wet the stick" and test the pregnancy, husband left to get breackfast and a bunch of beautiful fairly traded roses. And the news that would change our lives forever were revealed!
I was pregnant with Eli after having a first miscarriage (subject to another post) a few months before.
Eli was the amazing reason why I was sick. Eli was the amazing reason why I couldn't go to our boat trip. And he was also the reason why my husband got for that birthday and anniversary a wet stick with urine inside of an envelope (The reaction when he open his birthday card was: "yuck, you pii on it!" and I said: "YES"! as it was totally fine!)
Why am I telling all this stuff which seem so normal?
That day we went cycling up (or trying to) a montain and we were incredibly happy.
We didn't know our baby was a boy, we didn't know I was just 6 weeks pregnant and the next 6 weeks after that I was going to be sooooo sick and specialy we didn't know that our baby would be born very ill with a condition called Hirschprung's disease (In Portuguese it is named Megacolon Congenito.).
That is the story I want to share.
It is about how a baby wich was less than 3 days old became our hero and how it has been to raise a very brave boy with a congenital illness and our journey caring and loving a little hero.
Here some photos of that great trip:
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| A lost castle on our way to Killarny |
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| The Irish sky on during our trip back to Dungannon |
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| Myself and Eli (6 weeks) coming down the montain |
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| Garreth going up the mountain with the two bikes - I wasn't fit for that cycling up! |
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| Garreth taking a photo on the Cliff's of Moha |
