Friday morning 16 March 1990. Very excited about the imminent birth of my long-awaited baby – sex yet unknown, but 3 weeks early, I painted by nails and did my make-up. No washed out face for this mum. Little did I know!
In the ante-room the nurses struggled to find the baby’s heartbeat. Apparently the machine did not work, again. In walzed the gynea. How are we feeling this morning? Happy, thank you, doctor. And how’s the baby doing? We don’t know doctor, the machine is acting up. The knowing hands on my pregnant stomach felt, inspected and became anxious. Theater, now! he urged. The baby is in fetal stress, the machine is not acting up.
The make-up was scrubbed off, my nails cleaned roughly. The trolley made squeeking noises as we rushed to the theater. The roof of the corridor passed in a blur. I noticed every dirty spot. Out! everyone was ordered. But doctor, the theater has not been cleaned yet. Then clean it while I save the baby, came the instruction. Around me everyone scurried and became hasty.
No time for niceties or choises about anaesthetics, I was put under. Waking up hours later, I asked for my baby. In rolled an incubator with a dirty newborn baby. Not to worry, came the reassurance, your baby is fine, just very cold. I checked, all the fingers and toes were there. I held her, safe in my arms. And I said: Hello Marcélle, I am your mummy. And that’s the story that I repeated for her on her birthday every year until she was sixteen years old.
2 days later I heard the real drama: because of fetal stress, my baby’s heart stopped beating just as they were taking her out. A tap or two later on the little heart however, it started beating again and she was fine.
And she still is.
Years later, Friday afternoon 14 February 2020, I greeted my little granddaughter, also born 3 weeks prematurely. And I said: Hello Liané, I am your granny.
Ahhh, Appeltjie, wat ń kosbare oomblik toe jy jou kleinkind kon verwelkom.
My eerste bevalling was nes joune.
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Toe ek haar vashou en daardie woorde spreek, het ek haar onherroeplik liefgehad. Dogter en kleinkind
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God se genade is groot.
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A beautiful story. Thankyou for sharing it with me for the Friendly Friday Anniversary Challenge.
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And then I inadvertantly changed the name to fabulous in stead if Friendly Friday. 😑
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All good! As long as I got the pingback!
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You are an Australian and not able to read Afrikaans?
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Yes – I could perhaps use translate, but that takes effort I guess. I can’t read Afrikaans.
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In that case, thanks for checking in. I will enjoy taking part in the writing challenges.
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Excellent. We encourage lots of writing along with the photos. It enhances them and makes them come to life.
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Dit is nou n storie met n goeie einde. Baie goed om te weet dat alles tog goed afgeloop het. Ook maar taumaties vir jou ook. Dis goed om die verjaarsdag so te onthou en ook nou kleindogtertjie s’n ook.
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Snaaks genoeg was my dogter sn eers agterna n groot skrik. My lyf was in “save the baby mode”. Als het onwerklik gevoel.
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Wys jou hoe wonderlik die liggaam saamgestel is en ook die instink wat net daar is om alles moontlik te doen.
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Jou oogappeltjies!
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Uitstekende woordspeling Aalsie.
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Dankie💎
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Aarde, dis genoeg vir n stortvloed trane so op die mooie sonskyn dag!!
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dit was nie veronderstel om trane te wees nie. dis ‘n mooi onthou, maar toe ek sê Hello Liane, ek is jou ouma, was daar wel ‘n paar trane in my oë.
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Appeltjie, wat ‘n gelukkige en mooi onthou is die- en jou dokter, hy ken van.
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