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  • My Son. A 1 in 400,000,000,000,000 chance!

    It scares me to think that chances of having this cute little cheerful will-smile-to-anyone-hold-my-hand kiddo were just a 1 in 400 trillion chance!!

     

    The other day, my husband and I were discussing how scientists estimate the odds of us being born at about one in 400 trillion. That’s 1 in 400,000,000,000,000! We’re lucky to even be born – we have it good! Just imagine what a miracle it has been for us to be born a human, let alone who we are. Or perhaps, you might argue how easily it could have all gone different and we did not become who we are?!

    Well, it gets kinda complicated, but that’s usually what half of me and my husband’s discussions are!

    Which got me really thinking!  Our lovely toddler will not go to sleep unless he’s holding one of our hands/thumbs/two fingers/all of the above!  Now, how cute is that huh? Yeah right! Try writing a blog post on a teeny-weeny mobile keyboard with your left hand, face down lying on the bed, super early in the morning when you’ve lost all interest in sleep, while he insists on holding your right hand while trying to fall back to sleep!  The joys of motherhood right? 🙂

    Anyway, as I’m holding his hand and as I’m looking at him, I’m thinking about how easily this could not have been him! In the sense that he could have been someone completely different! It scares me to think that chances of having this cute little cheerful will-smile-to-anyone-hold-my-hand kiddo were just a 1 in 400 trillion chance!!

     

    Can any of you make any sense out of this? It’s hard to explain!

     

    When it’s just me and him lying on the bed and he’s asleep and I can finally gain back total control over my hand…. i just watch and listen –  in total silence – listening to his breaths, an occasional gurgle in his stomach, a few sighs here and there or his ever so slight movements of his toes or fingers…. my heart just melts away.


    So, I try to savour these moments as much as possible, as even though I complain about the ownership of my hand, I know there will come a time where I will complain that he won’t hold it anymore! These little things and so many others are what makes him who he is which is exactly what I love about him and being his mother!


    Very thankful for my 1 in 400 trillion chance!


    To all good mummies out there, here’s to a Happy Mother’s Day to you!

    To all the mummies who are bringing up a child who isn’t their own – You rock! You are an inspiration. X

    To all the mummies out there who lost their little ones (be it young or old, our kids will always be our little ones) – my heart goes out to you. xx

    To all the mummies and women who never had the chance to hug and hold their little angels – You’re always in my thoughts. Sending hugs your way xx

     

  • The day my life changed forever!

    It’s been a whole year! One roller coaster year! Twelve months! Three Six Five Days! Oh, wait…. Eight Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Hours! (yes, I googled this one!)

     

    Why all this emphasis you ask? Well, one year ago, my wife was pregnant – the baby was due in mid-September so we had ample time to plan and sort things out (or so you’d think!)  One year ago, I got a call from my crying, panicking, 35-weeks pregnant wife, Barbara, saying that the doctors wanted to have the baby out TODAY!  Between one sob and another, I sort of managed to understand that I had to go to the hospital NOW!

     

    I remember vividly the exact design I was doing when I received the call.  I just grabbed my things and left on the spot.  I rushed to the hospital, found the wife in a now calmer state and wearing a huge ugly nightgown!  Doctors told us we had a long wait and so we did… At least Barbara wasn’t in pain so we tried to kill time the best way we know how…  brainstorming ideas for Christmas at The Tink Shop – which really kept both our spirits high!

     

    Meanwhile, the missus was calming down the rest of the family and telling them not to come to the hospital yet as there was a long wait, whilst I was making some work calls and delegate the unfinished tasks to my colleagues.

     

    The Tink Shop is always very busy in August, even though sometimes we close for a period in August, we use that time to work on new material and ranges – We were waiting for an important shipment to arrive so I had to call the shippers, my colleagues, suppliers, courier agents, a few clients who had important pending work and a bunch of others. Thankfully, we have a great team I can rely on! They all came together and worked meticulously to get everything sorted out properly and on time.

    So there we were, my wife on the bed stuck to monitors and wires, and myself slouched in a chair next to her! We laughed all the way through and joked about the situation until the doctors informed us that it would be best to proceed with an emergency c-section!

     

    Everything happened so quickly that the next thing I knew, I was holding my son in my arms, in a room, alone. That was the day that Baby Jack was born and we became mummy and daddy!  

     

    One year later and baby Jack is no longer a baby but a crawling, here-comes-trouble little cheeky monkey! I just love him to bits! Can’t wait to start breaking a few things with him 😀

     

    It’s not just Jack who is growing, one year later the team at The Tink Shop is growing stronger than ever! And we’re now looking to get more Tinkers onboard!

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