Charlie's Bird

living the dream with Charlie and Thandi and chirping all the way back to the nest.

Archive for April, 2014

Running & Catching

It’s been crazy busy, in summary, I have been running this weekend, and now I am catching babies!

TAFKAD is here! My brother and his gorgeous girls are here! I’ve cooked a bit, raw fooded a bit, brewed kombucha. I promise I will give a decent update as soon as I can!

Family times

…are so important, and good for us. I had a crazy day yesterday, leaving the house before 7am, fighting through the pouring rain (it really has been a 2 day deluge), doing my clinic at the state hospital, heading back to the rooms, seeing double the amount of patients I should have, doing some operating, delivering 4 patients (Cayleigh, Peyton, Leah Rose and Matthew!) and I only got home, after wading in the water just before 7. I had a cuddle with my girl (bless!), decided to blow off the academic meeting I should have attended, and Charlie and I had a spontaneous date night. And it was so special. I really enjoyed my catch up with the boy. The next 2 weeks are going to be hectic, so it was really good to just luxuriate in the glow of his gaze. We chatted and reminisced, yesterday marked a year since his dad passed away, and had a toast or 2 to life, love and Paris.

And then tomorrow my brother and his family arrive for a visit, as does TAFKAD! Yay! More special family times coming up. But like I said, its going to be hectic. Between 3 birthday parties for Thandi in the next 2 weeks, a loooong weekend on call, a 15km run and squeezing in enough family time, crikey! But it’s going to be all good! Looking forward to the fun and games!

A very exciting thing

…has happened to me this evening. Last week I was browsing the Book of Faces, when a page recommendation popped up – the Paris Marathon. Having just followed another blogger’s journey to this marathon, I took a closer look. Turns out I was just in time to enter my name into the lucky draw for an entry – the results of the draw were due yesterday, and when I had heard nothing, I assumed it was all over. I wandered over to the London Marathon page, which had just yesterday opened it’s lucky draw for entries, only to discover that, in record time, all the draw tickets were taken. Bah, humbug, clearly it wasn’t meant to be…

Except when I was checking my email this evening, I discovered an email, telling me I had indeed been lucky in the draw, and I have now secured my place for the Paris Marathon 2015! So 12 April 2015, we will be in Paris for a trot around the burbs! Paris in Springtime! My first marathon! My 40th birthday! So exciting! (although saying that I will probably be pooping myself tomorrow, when I consider the training I will have to do!)

Easter fun

There was some fairy hunting in the mountains…

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There was some easter egg hunting at home133 128 123 122

and some eating 137 And some pigtail plaits 147

Easter wishes

…for happiness, fun, good running (for those running the 2 oceans) and chocolate.

On a more serious note though, I went to a Holy week service at church on Tuesday evening, and the theme was the Stations of the Cross. Jesus’s arrest, interrogation, torture, trial, sentencing and then dramatic sentencing and execution. It was a difficult service to sit through, and I guess my mother’s instinct kicked in, and I spent a lot of time thinking about Mary, about what an horrific experience it must have been to watch her beloved boy go through that. It was the first time my maternal eyes gazed on the cross. And then in another part of my brain sat another man, sitting, broken in the dock having made it through a harrowing cross examination, as he faces a nation’s condemnation, without his own mom. It’s the first time I am raising Oscar here, and I guess that’s because I have no opinion on the merits of the case. I don’t know if he shot Reeva on purpose or by accident, and I suppose, to me, it doesn’t really matter, but seeing him go through this trial, and so very publicly, without a mom to hold him tight; to see him so so broken – God, it’s horrific – and I can’t help seeing some vague similarities to a trail some 2000 years ago…

On a lighter note, the weekend is almost upon us – tomorrow we head to the mountains for a day, to cut some trees down, work on some overgrown paths and to have a picnic. For the rest of the weekend we will kick off our shoes at home and relax. Sunday we have a luncheon planned with friends and family, Thandi will have her friend Charlotte to play with and search for Easter eggs, yippee! I hope to get some good runs in and have some quality time with my slightly neglected feeling husband – sorry, love, it’s been a crazy crazy week! I wish you all a very safe and blessed time over this weekend, and let us remember the sacrifice of that man on the cross; his devastated mother and the promise of a new day.

Tick tock

…as the clock runs out on this deadline we set for a pregnancy, I’ve had a lot of thoughts about it all lately. I guess the overriding emotion I have is gratitude. Gratitude for the thing of perfection that climbs onto my lap after a long day, and tells me she loves me, that I mustn’t be sad, that I’m her best mommy. But there is a little part of me that is so damn tired of trying to justify why I want another.

Yesterday I was in the difficult position of having to deliver an unwanted child. Initially the mom-to-be considered a termination of pregnancy, but the idea didn’t sit comfortably with her. Then she considered adoption, but that flew in the face of her partner’s beliefs. So now, this little baby has been born into an uncertain situation, with no one really wanting him, but no one brave enough to make a decision. At the same time, I have a patient going through a terrible pregnancy loss at the age of 40 with probably not enough time to consider another. Fucking hell, it’s all a little unfair.

How damaged we are at the end of these journeys we are on… each of them is unique, but we emerge battle scarred and bruised. I’m almost ready to retire injured, my heart is sore today.

Party girl

…shoowee, Miss Thandipants was the belle of the ball this weekend. 2 Birthday parties in one day, 2 playdates and a supper date. And the girl isn’t 3 yet! Friday night we had our neighbours around for a casual supper, their daughter is Thandi’s best mate, and the 2 of them played up a storm. A latish night for them, but with Thandi sleeping well, she was obviously exhausted. Then Saturday morning dawned clear, windless and hot, and it was off to birthday party number 1, a little girl from school was celebrating her birthday with a mermaid party – what fun the girls had – playing in the pool, sliding on the slip and slide, sand arting, sweeties, cake and balloon animals! Home for a snooze to recharge for birthday party number 2 – my goddaughter’s birthday – a dozen (or more) screaming 9 year olds – oh my shattered nerves! Thandi had such fun though – following the big kids around, eating sweeties, cake and hotdogs, playing in the garden in the dark and a generous amount of screaming! Eeek!

Anyway, after that we all collapsed in a heap!

Sunday morning I got up early and ran to our usual breakfast spot, where we met our German friends. Their daughter, Charlotte and Thandi play up a storm – and they had such fun over breakfast we arranged to meet for bike riding at the park in the afternoon. We took a quick drive through one of our local game reserves, and Thandi loved seeing the zebras,  giraffes, ostriches and various buck species. We got to see some lions and African dogs, which are kept in separate camps – beautiful! And then it was the park, after a failed attempt at encouraging an afternoon nap. The girls rode and rode and rode. Where do they find all that energy? We got home at about 4, with Thandi telling me she had had a very busy day… We snuggled on the couch, had some quiet time and after a quick bath and supper, it was bed time – she slept like a dream!

And now it is Monday. I think after a weekend filled with children’s activities, it might be time for some adult activities this week – I’ll have to see what I can come up with!