Being a mother of four I’m unsure of how other mothers of four or more manage to blog regularly, when I don’t even manage to go to the toilet regularly (well, when I want!). So here is my latest installment of musings from abroad.
We are still abroad, but have moved across the bridge to Jordan. It was time for a less intense life for our little people (and us).
I knew we were ready for a change, but it was certainly tough saying goodbye to our family in Jerusalem (I’ve learned while on post your friends very quickly become family), and even more difficult taking our children away from teachers and friends they love so dearly. We visited our friends and family in OZ on our way to Jordan. I love visiting family and friends, but it is soo bitter sweet. In hindsight, doing two major farewells back to back was way too hard, won’t be doing that again. It’s also tough having a daily reminder of the fun you are missing out of and the ease of lifestyle too. Life is just so damn easy in OZ. If things do go pear shaped there, problems are solved easily and quickly. I’m told life is easy in Jordan too, I hope so, because life in Jerusalem was unnecessarily difficult.
We’ve began our journey in the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. Feeling a little depressed from farewelling friends and family (oh, the guilt I feel from having to take our kids away from the grandparents yet again!). It’s also a little tough coming from holiday…to home…..where is my home? I know, it’s a first world problem, but I currently don’t have a home. I’m itching to settle somewhere. The kids are ready to settle. They are being so intense and challenging. They need their own space and lots of it, preferably in a different room to me. It’s all about navigating life the best we can. Off we go again, starting life from scratch but with good health (our little lady is very well).
This is a blog written in January that I didn’t get to post:
Here I am just riding the Rollercoaster of joy, trials, faith and utter sadness.
It all begins with the birth of our fourth child, and first daughter. It’s been such a delight welcoming sweet little Laila into the family and watching the relationship between Laila and her dad, and her siblings blossom. It’s amazing how her personality is similar to mine in many ways. It just means we get each other. Frustrated she won’t sleep in her swing, but at the end of the day I don’t like swings, they make me sick. Fair enough Laila. This overwhelming joy was smashed a few weeks ago when Laila was 7 weeks just before her immunisations were due, developed a cough that turned into cough attacks leaving her breathless and vomiting, and me crying. I thought it was Whooping Cough, but it wasn’t for another week when she was eventually diagnosed with Whooping because she began the recognisable whoop. I walked around for about three days being ill with a virus and crying a fair bit. I couldn’t believe I was finally given a daughter and could lose her so soon. Very quickly my prayer life jumped into action, along side my amazing friends and family who have also been lifting Laila up in prayer. At first, I wasn’t feeling hopeful and was terrified things would worsen and Laila would be hospitalised. Then, as I was praying one day I got a sense of peace, and a real sense Laila was going to be ok. Next, I needed to see a glimpse of hope. Soon enough improvements happened, and now she hasn’t had a cough attack for three days. I just feel so blessed, she has seemed to develop a more mild kind of whooping. It could have been so much worse. I just try to enjoy every minute with Laila and am forever grateful for God’s angels always surrounding our girl through this. She has a way to go, but I’m thrilled to see her improving.