It’s been more than two years since either of us wrote an article on the blog. While neither of us has forgotten about it, it’s never been easy to write something here.
We have been exceptionally blessed over the past 7 years, Since losing Nathaniel in 2015, we have gone through three more pregnancies and all our kids have been delivered healthy. Both work and family have been good and as working parents, we get the tiring but enviable task of being able to balance these two important aspects of our lives.
Baby Stef joined us last year. And with that, we now have three girls on this side of heaven.
Friends who only just know us for the past few years are usually surprised that we have three girls and the natural remark/encouragement/question will be whether we will be going for a fourth (boy). The silent answer, for me, of course, is that we already have our fourth (baby Stef) since Nathaniel is our firstborn.
A little trivial. Even though Nathaniel, as a stillborn, did not receive any govt baby bonus as he did not meet any of his milestones – the first of which is being registered as a livebirth, his birth order is recognised. This means that Sib is our second child, while Em and Stef are our third and fourth respectively. It’s not significant, but it is heartening for us to know that society recognises Nate.
Talking about Stef, when I first saw her. I cried. I didn’t cry when the other two girls were delivered and I think I already expanded all my tears that day by the time Nathaniel was delivered. Somehow, Stef gave me the feeling that we have finally completed a chapter in our lives, a chapter that didn’t start well but is closing happily. She also resembles him most as a baby
Our lives as parents of young kids are far from over With Stef not yet one, there are still six more years of going to preschool every day, and another 6 more years of primary school. We are glad that the girls will get to spend at least one year together in primary school. As a parent, I can’t wait to see what the future holds for them and I just hope I can be there for them as they discover the world.
To our baby boy who we didn’t get to grow up with, we will always find ways to remember you. Whether it’s a rainbow after a thunderstorm, a tattoo of your name that mommy got, a ring I am wearing, or a plant that we will be growing in remembrance of you, you will always be part of our perfect family.
