Monday

I hear small children talk about wanting more, I see them playing on the road, kicking a ball, the girls at the end of my street are unable to go to school because their dad has no lunch for them, the small aboriginal boy lags behind his mother who swears at him obscenely and tells him to hurry up. I hear people tell them you can still be what you want to be, but when there is no one to guide you through the darkness everyday and you're still just a baby then how can you escape the swamp? They can't do it on their own. I want to tell them it will be ok, but I can make no guarantee's, I want to grab their little hands and give them all the things they need. I want to say I understand, that it sucks and i'm sorry for the card they've been dealt. But I don't. I was once like them, playing in the complex, stealing food to eat, waiting for mums next pension, waiting in line. Housing commission. Centrelink. I was once like them...but now i'm me, and I'm ok. So maybe they can be too. I'm not hurt or afraid, noone harms me, I have people who love me and they can have that too, they need to demand it and settle for nothing less. I want to say although i'll never forget where I came from, I will never let it define me. We are not our past. I just wish a young mind could understand that. I wish they knew how powerful they can be.

The waiting game

I'm six months along now (yesterday to be exact) and can't believe how quickly that time has gone. Ive adjusted to it all, the fluctuating belly, the (incredibly) weak bladder, the pubescent skin changes and the way my heart almost beats out of my chest when I stand up too quickly. Most importantly ive adjusted to the idea and now all thats left is excitement (and slight impatience) So today I was reading these stories of other mothers reactions to finding out they were pregnant and thought back to my own hysterical reaction as though it were a lifetime ago. I had started keeping this "Menstral Diary" - how very feminine of me - It was a free app that i'd downloaded when I went a little app crazy on my new iphone, it was kinda useful because after 11 years of getting my period I was still as useless as ever at keeping track of when to expect it and was shocked every single time it came. So i'd started keeping this stupid diary thing that also gave you the option to add when you had sex or any notes along the way like moods, weight, boob size etc. So as a semi joke i'd added in just this one random day Nigel and I had 'done the deed' and also of course when my last period was. I remember coming into work and talking to my friend Laura, telling her my period hadnt come and I couldnt think of why, I was 100% sure I wasn't pregnant because i'd done literally 6 tests that came back negative and I just didnt "feel" pregnant as such. So we threw around excuses and possibilities of confusion with dates and everything else a girl does when in denial. We came to the conclusion "It will come, its just late. IT HAPPENS!". On the morning of the March 19th I woke up and remembered I still had one pregnancy test down stairs from the plethora I had purchased when in my "i'm late" panic. Sat on the toilet, peed on the stick, placed it on the side of the bath and continued about my business. I was so sure it would be negative that I barely paid attention to it, I know a part of me wanted it to be positive which is why I was so flippent and assured of the negative result (all part of a defence mechanism I devised in childhood "never have high hopes so you can never be dissapointed") plus there had been so many negative results, as if this one would be any different! ....So I finally looked down and saw the faint second line that had been absent for weeks prior to this moment. It was faint, but it was there. My heart exploded into my throat, like a freight train of feelings flying through me a thousand miles an hour. I ran upstairs where Nigel was sleeping and declared "I'm pregnant!!" It was a statement laiden with hopefullness and fear, excitement and trepidation. I fell onto the bed and started crying uncontrollably. I went through so much last year, including the loss of a pregnancy that broke me in half for a long time, I went through so much that i thought if I had to go through anymore I mightn't make it, that maybe anymore saddness would just break me entirely and I would cease to exist. This was my fear...not the baby or the pregnancy, I never had any fear about my capabilities as a mother, I feared I may not get to be a mother at all. I flailed downstairs to call my best friend and splattered the words to her over the phone as she broke down and cried too, I have a feeling her reasons for this reaction were much the same as mine as she was there through all the shit of last year and knew I had only just recovered. Nigel being the sensible, patient man he is was calm throughout it all and suggested maybe not calling anyone else until we at least see a doctor, but me being me had already dialled my mum, then my nan and then forced the phone into Nigels hand so he could call his parents. Patience is definitely not one of my virtues. Throughout the fear was my joy, my hopefulness and sheer excitement. I couldn't possibly lose another baby, I thought, this one will work... and all these feelings flowed through me at the speed of light. Everyone told me to not get too excited, to wait until the three month mark before telling anyone just in case...just in case. But I knew this baby was ours, she would be strong because I would do everything in my power to make her so. The feelings that came afterwards were strange, I would describe it as a numbness that washed over me, it was as though the thrill melted away and suddenly I was numb to what was happening inside me, walls shot up and I wrapped myself in a concrete exterior that no baby talk or hopes for the future could penetrate. I realise now it was because I was so scared of losing her, everyday led me closer to the time I'd lost my last pregnancy and it was as though until i'd passed that milestone I could never truly relax and let myself feel for this baby inside me. That teamed with the intense morning sickness, depression due to hormonal changes and having to travel for work with early starts and late nights in a house that wasnt my own - I didnt know how i would last - I sunk into a depression faster than I knew possible and although I was being told "its the hormones, its the hormones" when you feel an emptiness like that nothing anybody says can make you believe it isn't real. I waited patiently for the 3 month mark because apparently thats when it all subsides, the sickness passes, the moods lift and you can begin to enjoy your pregnancy. Bullshit, I thought. How will these feelings ever pass? how will I ever stop feeling the urge to vomit every 10 seconds night and day? Impossible! But it did, it all passed. And come the 4th month I felt stronger and healthier than I ever have, I felt the past 3 months fall off me and my soul lit up again with all the hope I had felt that first day. Since then every day is an adventure, feeling her grow, watching myself grow. Feeling her tiny kicks for the first time and bursting into tears because its real! SHES REAL! Feeling her kick again for Nigel and watching his eyes well up with happiness. All these moments that I had wished for myself were coming true, all because of this tiny baby growing inside me. Now her kicks are strong and hard, sometimes I can feel her doing body rolls and what feels like somersaults, I watch my belly in amazement as I see her moving around inside me and I just cant wait to hold her, I cant wait for the day I feel those pains and know its time for her to arrive. I can't wait to have Nigel by my side, and for us both to hold our baby girl for the first time. He will be a magnificent father, so full of joy and love and fun. I am proud to have chosen such a wonderful man to be this babies dad, that is the first thing I have given her that I didn't get. I know he will cherish her as every girl deserves to be cherished, and that alone fills me with so much unexplainable gratitude. Together we will make sure she knows she is loved every single day, make her safe, make her proud and protect her from the things we had to see. I just can't wait to start the next chapter and bring you into the world, my darling daughter.

Wishes of a 12 year old

- I want a puppy who is my best friend - I want my mum to be happy and to get re married - I want a long haired boyfriend who plays guitar and skateboards - I want to make other children happy when they're sad - I want to be in love and married by the age of 25 - I want a cute house with a fence and a balcony with french doors - I want a boy to love me the way they do in the movies - I want to be wanted - I want a best friend who is more like a sister - I want to be a mum by the age of 26 - I want to be the mum of a little girl - I want to be happy. When down the line did I become so lucky?

07/06/12

Last night I felt you for the first time, I lay on my back and ran my hand across my lower stomach to find a perfectly round little ball hiding underneath. I lay and wondered for a good hour if that was there before, convincing myself you were still too small to be felt so easily and this lump was my muscle or my belly still full from dinner. But as I moved so did you, as I poked and prodded I realised this was something I had never felt before, a new addition to my body. My baby. so we lay here like that - you still so tiny and unaware, me so in awe that beneath my hand I could feel you, that you are growing and you're ok. I know in a few months i'll be heavy and tired, youll be big and overwhelming, but right now just to feel you that way , to feel you for the first time, just us laying there in the quiet darkness, I couldve floated away into the sea of hopes and dreams I have for us all. I rested my hand over you, as I will every night from now and every night when you arrive, and fell asleep.

Us.

For two nights I woke up not knowing where I was, unafraid but confused as to how old I was, which bed I was sleeping in and whose warm and comforting body it was that lay next to me. Mum? am I 12 again in our little flat overlooking the harbour sleeping next to you because of bad dreams? Am I young and innocent? Am I happy or sad? Am I content with the circumstances that led me to this moment of wonder... So I lay there and quietly replayed my life, listened to the sounds of the room, the sounds that will me to sleep every night and I remembered it's my husband quietly snorring next to me, it's our room with the small french doors and the over flowing clothing rack, the chest of drawers at the foot of our bed full of memories and photgraphs, the familiar shadows on the wall, the bed side table with the collage of our lives, memories, friends, books, albums and my dog is sleeping soundly at the door. Its then that I feel relief. Relief that the pain is gone, relief that I have no shame or secrets, no real worries and no broken heart. I realise that I am happy and everything surrounding me is a culmination of that happiness... Which is when I remember you and I reach down to my stomach, feel the warm flesh under which I know youre hiding and I smile because I know there is no family or home you could be born into that would be filled with more love and happiness than the one i'm going to give you. There is no time or place for you except this one right here with me. The nightmares are gone, the late nights are gone and all there is right now is this and I went back to sleep knowing everything is going to be ok.

Heartbeat.

The wonder of the unknown is endless and sometimes I waste so much time on it I forget where I am. Dreams turn into reality or I forget which one came first.

Time to say goodbye and live in the chapter that has just started. I wish just saying it made it so.

LOCO AIMEE

Dear you,

I would send this to you directly however as I understand it you don’t have the mental capacity to comprehend what I’m going to write, so due to your rudimentary ability to think for yourself; this note is more for my own sanity.

As much as I find all the dribble that has been falling from your mouth humorous, I’m not going to deny feeling oddly offended that someone I have never had a conversation with, let alone “gotten to know” on a personal level seems to think she has some sort of insight into my life and those in it, or more importantly the right to comment on it.
Perhaps when you get a little older and reflect on the utter shit that has come out of your mouth you will sigh and think “geez how silly I was”, because most of us are lucky enough to have those moments.
However I have an inkling perhaps that particular moment of clarity will abate you and you will probably remain a gossiping twerp for the rest of your life- but I do hope you prove me wrong.

If you have questions or comments about other people’s lives my recommendation to you is to simply voice them to the people they regard. It’s not difficult and in fact clearing the air is usually the best and most responsible thing to do for yourself so as not to look like a demented teenager with nothing else to do but talk shit.

If you had heard stories about me through the ever so long and arduous grapevine I do wish you had have just asked me about them.
Instead of grasping onto them with your desperate little paws, you could’ve gotten to know me, made your own opinion like a real life grown up and perhaps then your opinions would hold some weight. But unfortunately now your arrogant and misinformed opinions of me and people I love are public knowledge and the “deer in headlights” look that smears itself across your head every time I see you, (previously of which I had thought completely confusing and unfounded), is now completely justified. Because finally: I don’t like you.

See the difference between you and I is that regardless of what I had heard through various friends and acquaintances I was determined to make my own mind up about you (fingers crossed you learn this trait sooner rather than later) But more than that quite frankly I didn’t give enough of a shit about you to really care about the inane crap that is your opinion. You merely existed in the same world as me, a younger and newer addition of lots of other girls that have come and gone.
Now after months of your name being brought up and your boring thoughts being made public knowledge: I have to have an opinion, and quite honestly it’s a pain in my arse.

So to answer your queries regarding myself and my husband here you go:

My husband and I used to have a volatile relationship, but as adults do we learnt to move past the hard times and become a more resiliant couple because of it. We have gone through things I doubt you could fathom at your mental age and funnily enough all it did was reiterate how strong we are as a couple. Our marriage was a celebration of love that had grown so strong over the years we knew nothing could break it.
We will live a long, happy life together, have a family, have problems, overcome problems and continuing making eachother happy even when it isnt sunshine and rainbows. We are thankful for your concern though and think it's cute you took such an interest in our lives :)

For the rest of your synopsis that I’m “gnarly” or “crazy” or whatever other words you use to describe me, well for all you know perhaps I am all those things and I’ll come find you one night and beat the living shit out of you.. or perhaps I’m just a normal person who you decided to judge because you're clearly too vapid to make up your own mind… I guess you'll just have to wait and find out.



Now, next time you have a question or comment regarding our lives, please feel free to just ask me, I’m open to emails ;)