Thursday, June 30, 2011

My Inspiration

Many of you may not know the entire story of how Destyni came into my life.  How, at five weeks pregnant, I went into early labour and had  many nurses look at me with those sad filled eyes. I was wheeled into the X-ray department and was ready for the ultrasound technician to tell me the news. This was on Tuesday evening. I found out I was pregnant on a Monday evening, 24 hours before spending that night in Emergency.

The ultrasound technician had a pensive look on her face, she looked me right in the eyes and told me that she didn't want to get my hopes up. She called in the Radiologist.

He didn't look hopeful but told me I was still pregnant. My baby was holding on, but to what and for how long was unknown.

A few more weeks passed and I went into labour again. At this time I was getting attached to this wee little one growing inside of me. With fingernails chewed down to the quick I awaited those terrible words. Again I was sent home to relax and put my feet up. Only time would tell.

More weeks passed, I was fully attached to my baby. Nothing in this world was going to take her away from me. Labour pains started, my heart beat was erratic. Tests, words of strength. A doctor who should have kept his thoughts within his own mind.

"If you actually have this baby it will be a miracle."

I have never considered myself an overly lucky person. I don't mind working for what I have but my body is just a vessel I couldn't control. I was a little young and naive to have so much faith in my love alone to  keep this baby safe. Was I ready to perform a miracle? Is there ever a proper time to do such a thing?

By week thirty eight I had thirteen threatened miscarriages, five ultra sounds and a belly bursting with the biggest miracle I was ever able to put my hands around.

A few days later my  first born came into the world. Defying all odds. She's a fighter, she's my miracle.

Today at nine years old she is still that strong willed child. She's more quiet then I would assume a fighter would be. Destyni has a unique way of finding what she wants. Like the thirteen times she was almost taken away from my body, she weathers the storm. Destyni watches what goes on around her, listens to what is being said and then finds her very own path to find what she is looking for.

How could she not be my inspiration? If a child can be so wise to know how to swiftly avoid the obstacles in front of her then I think I could learn from that. 



This child--she's going to move mountains!!!!

Mama’s Losin’ It


This Week's Prompts:

1.) Describe a memorable first date.

2.) Write about a child you find inspiring.
3.) What do you find most challenging about blogging?
4.) Name a pet peeve you have about how other parents raise their kids. Go on…stir the pot.
5.) We often spend time and energy talking about people in our lives we don’t see enough of. Describe a person in your life you are in contact with often. What does he/she mean to you?
Bonus Vlog Option!
6.) If you could thank your mom for anything, what would it be? Create a video thanking her for something.






6 comments:

Amy Sullivan said...

First time clicking around the link-up, and I’m loving it. I didn’t participate this week, but I’m on for next!

I enjoyed your story about your miracle, Destyni. I can totally connect with your words because we have a little miracle of our own who defied all odds, and I believe (like you!) she was created to do great things.

Thanks for sharing your story. It was great meeting you.

kisatrtle said...

A great post and a miraculous story. Thanks for sharing

Kelly said...

Some children just seem to have a way about them, don't they. Like her name, she was meant to be! An old soul. Great post!

Annie @ Maximum Chaos said...

Thank you for sharing. What a touching story. I hope your beautiful Destyni keeps being so headstrong and wise. It will take her far in life. Hugs!

Anastasia said...

Beautiful! She obviously gets her fighting nature form you. You held on too. Happy Birthday to her!

Jane@flightplatformliving said...

so lovely! having suffered 2 miscarriages myself and the loosing one of my babies in a twin pregnancy i can totally feel the fear as you relve this story. so glad it had such a joyous and beautiful end...she looks adorable! xx