The one thing I did not expect during this pregnancy was that I would end up having a caesarean section, being my fourth pregnancy with all the previous babies arriving normally it was a bit scary and confusing to say the least.   

One moment I was in the swings of labour the next my baby becomes distressed and I was rushed into the theatre for an emergency section.  Even though it is a very common thing to have a section nothing can prepare you for it. 

Now I am stuck with a wound that is healing slowly but surely and left me moving about at the pace of a snail.  Recovery period is said to be six weeks. 

Believe it or not I had to inform my car insurance company of my section as I am not covered to drive my car for six weeks which leaves me depending on the other half for every little thing.   

Shopping is not allowed for at least two weeks, for someone who does not like depending on anyone this is killing me. Carrying anything other than my newborn is banned as it could stress the wound.  

There are always some memories of your childhood which when remembered as an adult always send shivers down you spine. As a child, me, my sister and a few school friends used to always stop by a deserted building site on our way back from school and go bird egg hunting in its basement.  The work on the building site had been halted for a fair while for whatever reason and birds had found safe haven in the basement to build nests, lay eggs etc. without being disturbed well except for us of course. We found a few eggs on a few occasions and proudly showed them to our mum who wasn’t very pleased and explained to us how we were causing pain and suffering to the birds by taking their unborn children away like this.   The sense of adventure was still strong though, so we decided to just inspect the eggs instead of stealing them on future visits. A close encounter with a snake hunting for the same eggs was to finally put an end to our egg hunting missions soon afterwards. It was a very lucky escape as I tried to peek through one of the holes in the basement wall and found a snake sat inside the nest possibly having eaten the eggs as it seemed rather lazy. Thinking about the whole incident now makes me thank GOD none of us were seriously hurt or even killed.

I started noticing the small changes in the way my mother was behaving soon after she suffered from a stroke.