I used to take the old ladies next door grocery shopping sometimes, and sometimes I helped carry their food up the front steps, but sometimes I just wasn’t “up to it” with all my own bags. read more →

In 2007, life was unbelievably happy for me. I was doing a lot of things many people thought I would never do, myself included. In March, I married a man I was deeply in love with and considered my best friend and was pregnant with his child. My mom was on cloud nine because we had both joked that I was a bonafide bachelorette; too fiercely independent to ever settle down. I gave birth to a baby girl in June of that same year. My mom who had worked two jobs for years, first to support her children, then herself in the increasingly bad economy, took time off from both to be at the hospital and then home with me and my eldest daughter. I did not know that in just a couple of months, she would lose her life in the same hospital where my daughter’s began. read more →

Marty-pants.
My partner Scott said goodbye to our Manchester Terrier. We lost her to lymphoma – The Wick was her name, and she was our first baby. She really was perfect. Shortly afterwards, we finally became pregnant on our fifth and final IVF cycle.

Six months pregnant by September, friends offered us a place to stay for one week in San Maarten, an island in the Carribean. It would be our last vacation for a while. We weren’t into traveling without our baby after the birth – we had waited so long for this baby and knew we would be the sort of parents who couldn’t leave her with others while we vacationed. Like the Wick – where we went, she went. Where we go, baby would go. read more →

Touched by kindness.
In May last year, my house was burnt down by my five year old son. I was 32 weeks pregnant with my fourth child and suddenly homeless with only the clothes on our back.

About a month later while walking to my car after an antenatal appointment, my phone rang and it was the fire department who put out the fire. read more →

Last summer when I was about 8 months pregnant, I’d just finished putting my groceries in my car and a lovely lady went out of her way to offer to take my trolley back for me. It wasn’t much, but particularly on that day it felt like I’d just been given a million dollars and I was so grateful!

Another day (also while pregnant) an empty trolley that hadn’t been put away, was blown across a carpark and gaining speed towards a brand new car. I ran to stop it while a group of people standing at a closer car just watched as though a heavily pregnant woman running is perfectly okay! The owners of the car I saved will probably never know, but I hope somebody would do the same for me one day! – Bianca 🙂