Hi! It’s been so long since I’ve written. There are many evenings I want to write, but by the time 7pm rolls around, I am exhausted! I wanted to finally write to introduce Azalea Choun Pirotta to you all, especially if I haven’t had a chance to write or message you the news. She was born July 10 and is one month tomorrow! Wow! She is a tiny one, but nonetheless strong and equipped with functioning lungs. 😉 When Daniel announced we had a girl in the operating room, I was overjoyed! To now have a daughter after having a son, I am looking forward to the new adventure and the special mother-daughter bond. And of course the shopping sprees.
The journey to bringing A into the world was quite an interesting one for me. Having a child in a new healthcare system had its pros and cons since I was comparing it to the US system, namely with the doctors and hospital care I had access to in San Diego. Here in AU, I did not have a consistent doctor. I must’ve encountered at least six doctors during all my visits. The lack of consistency and retelling of my last birth story took away from my desire to form a relationship with a doctor during this meaningful and intimate journey. Further, the doctors were very cautious about the growth of A. No one could handle that A would be a small baby and that Daniel and I just make small babies. The minute my scans showed decrease in her growth and amniotic fluids (this happened on two different ultrasounds), red lights were flashing and removing A was time sensitive. Luckily we were able to wait two weeks before her due date to deliver her by cesarean. Despite the constant surveillance of the doctors and midwives, the many blood work, migraines, and one trip to the emergency room (when I had chest pains due to a vaccine), I felt very much taken care of and A is a blessing to have in our family.
On a different front, before A’s arrival, I experienced a lot of anxiety about how I’d manage two children, especially with Zane not being in daycare or having help during the day. I must’ve had anxiety about it for a good month or two. I’m not an anxious person, so I knew I had to rid myself of it asap before I drove myself crazy. I prayed about it and changed my perspective and thanks be to God, a month before she arrived, I was overcome with peace. I got to enjoy Zane more and prepare for A. Even when I was told I needed to have an emergency cesarean one month prior to her due date (which didn’t come to fruition), I was calm and at peace.
It’s only been a month of adapting to life with two kids, and so far, so good. The peace I just spoke about has carried itself with me into this new normal. I have less time for myself, if at all, and every moment I’m always prioritizing and strategizing to achieve tasks, routines, and each kids’ safety. I definitely am thankful for the help I’ve received from family, friends, and especially my husband. Each helping hand helps. I also think I adapted better the second time around because I’m calmer about everything baby and haven’t cracked open a book or read too much online about their development. I’m more present with getting to know our new baby versus aligning her with what the books say. Additionally, because I’ve surrendered and embraced my role as a stay-at-home mom now, adding a second child to the home means more work but my job is still the same. I reckon adapting to one child and sacrificing oneself (with intention and love) was way harder for me.
There will be, and has already been, tough days with two but since A has entered our lives, Daniel and I feel our family is “whole.” We are overjoyed with how blessed we are and are cherishing our family time. Zane adores his sister and has adapted well to embracing her in our family. Thanks all for your prayers and continued love.