Inka with Nanny and Papa
On Durban beach
Inka with her cousins in Escourt
Steenberg Wine FarmFriday, 24 October 2008
Photos of SA trip
Inka with Nanny and Papa On Durban beach Inka with her cousins in Escourt Steenberg Wine Farm
Just a moment please
Still catching up on my sleep after the long trip from Cape Town. I feel its all been a dream and the events and tragedies are yet to make their impact.
First a miscarriage which has been so disappointing and shocking. The scan the hospital did confirmed the baby had died at 8 weeks, and just before we were going to tell everyone. Id planned it all and then suddenly everything stopped. A week later I get a call from my mother that my Gran has died and in passing mentioned that my Uncle passed away a few days before. She thought I knew but I hadn't heard the news. It was a double whammy. I burst into tears that evening. I was just so homesick and really felt I wanted to be with my dad who had lost his mother and brother very quickly.
To cut a long story short, Andy, Inka and I ended up driving up to my Uncles funeral in Norfolk on Tuesday and then Cape Town on Wednesday morning, to get there for the funeral on Thursday. My worry was that Inka would be difficult, especially on such long journeys. I didn't have to worry, she was calm and jovial (mostly) through both trips. We almost didn't get our connecting flight in Amsterdam due to the flight being delayed and as a consequence our luggage didn't turn up until 2 days later. A frantic shopping spree ensued just before the funeral in order to get something half decent to wear. I was telling someone on our flight about the fact that all I to wear was a dirty pair of jeans to the funeral and she said something along the lines of it not mattering, it would be more important to show up. I laughed and said my Gran was a real lady, she often would be aghast at anyone turning up to any function in jeans. I made sure that for the funeral I was dressed in a classic black dress and beautiful high heels in memory and respect to her.
We stayed in SA for almost 3 weeks. Its been so incredible to see my family. Inka was a real delight and she got really attached to her Nanny and Papa. Angela, my wonderful sister flew us up to see her clan in Escourt and I was blown away at their generosity and care. We had our final night with Angela, Hash, Shakeel and Layla in Durban overlooking the beach in a seaside apartment.
So its back to life here and I'm still coming to terms with the loss of my baby and I am not sure where I go from here. Life goes on no matter what happens but can I just have a moment please?
First a miscarriage which has been so disappointing and shocking. The scan the hospital did confirmed the baby had died at 8 weeks, and just before we were going to tell everyone. Id planned it all and then suddenly everything stopped. A week later I get a call from my mother that my Gran has died and in passing mentioned that my Uncle passed away a few days before. She thought I knew but I hadn't heard the news. It was a double whammy. I burst into tears that evening. I was just so homesick and really felt I wanted to be with my dad who had lost his mother and brother very quickly.
To cut a long story short, Andy, Inka and I ended up driving up to my Uncles funeral in Norfolk on Tuesday and then Cape Town on Wednesday morning, to get there for the funeral on Thursday. My worry was that Inka would be difficult, especially on such long journeys. I didn't have to worry, she was calm and jovial (mostly) through both trips. We almost didn't get our connecting flight in Amsterdam due to the flight being delayed and as a consequence our luggage didn't turn up until 2 days later. A frantic shopping spree ensued just before the funeral in order to get something half decent to wear. I was telling someone on our flight about the fact that all I to wear was a dirty pair of jeans to the funeral and she said something along the lines of it not mattering, it would be more important to show up. I laughed and said my Gran was a real lady, she often would be aghast at anyone turning up to any function in jeans. I made sure that for the funeral I was dressed in a classic black dress and beautiful high heels in memory and respect to her.
We stayed in SA for almost 3 weeks. Its been so incredible to see my family. Inka was a real delight and she got really attached to her Nanny and Papa. Angela, my wonderful sister flew us up to see her clan in Escourt and I was blown away at their generosity and care. We had our final night with Angela, Hash, Shakeel and Layla in Durban overlooking the beach in a seaside apartment.
So its back to life here and I'm still coming to terms with the loss of my baby and I am not sure where I go from here. Life goes on no matter what happens but can I just have a moment please?
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