A Godmothers' point of view....

.... I guess this will sum it all up for you:  I want to steal him!

We arrived from a freezing cold Johannesburg, to a wonderfully sunny, wind-free Cape Town.  To say that the Serjaks old Toyota Hilux is slow is a complete understatement.  I firmly believe I could've run here faster than it took on the trip from the Airport to Scarborough to meet my Godson.  Yes, I know - the anticipation of the big meeting was making everything seem to take very long.

Next up were the 45 steps from the parking to the house and by this time I could see my sister, carefully concealing a bump under a few meters of fabric.  The photo's don't do Luka justice.  Don't say that I'm biased, I don't care who you are - when you meet him you will agree:  he is the absolutely most incredibly beautiful baby I have ever laid eyes on.  He is one tiny bundle of absolute perfection.  There is not a grunt, fart or dirty diaper that can take any of his perfection away.

The only way I'll ever reclaim my heart will be if I am blessed with my own little bundle of joy one day... until then, my heart is firmly planted in Scarborough - en route to Timor Leste in September.  Have I mentioned that I'll be moving to Timor Leste in September to become a permanent Au Pair?  I'm sure a degree in Human  Resources will have some place in raising a little bundle of joy.

My only criticism is the inconvenience of handing him back to my sister when she needs to breastfeed him - the one thing I haven't managed to take over from her yet.  I am the official nappy-changer, cuddler, comforter and dresser of said little bundle of happiness.  Speaking of which, Grandma has now had enough time with him while I had my shower and as I'm typing this - thus, it is time to say goodbye and re-claim my Godson....

But before I go I have so say something of the wonderful parents that Chris and my sister are.  You would think they have done this a million times!  I've never seen parents that work together as such a team.  The love and joy and security that Luka will grow up to know is absolutely incredible.  There cannot be another baby in this world that has a Parent-Team such as this.  Their love and respect for one another is so incredibly beautiful and inspiring - people should come here for lessons!

I love you guys more than there are words in any vocabulary to explain.... but I must admit - now I love Luka even more than that.... he is (after-all) the product of the love of my two favorite people in the world....

An Ouma's view

Ouma op die Blog

by: "Ouma" Estelle Marx

The very proud Ouma with her first grandchild.

I landed at Darwin airport after midnight on the 14th of April.  Chris met me at the small airport and drove me straight to the hospital where Susan was in the process of feeding Luka.  I was so excited and also anxious to see him and of course Susan having her first child.  The feelings that I experienced was that of awe, wonder and feeling so proud of them.  I can’t believe I am now a grandmother for the first time. All my friends told me, this feeling is something that I will never experience again.  I did not quite understand why they said that, but having seen Luka being breastfed by Susan, completely caught me by surprise.  Seeing little Luka, I realized how lovable he is, being himself and loved by his parents, and now also of course by me!

Susan and Chris told me everything about how they had to get to Australia very quickly and about the whole birthing process.  As I never had a natural childbirth, I was stunned to hear what they went through, right from the beginning up to the end, very determined to give natural birth with no unnecessary interference from the doctors, only when Luka was born, and they had to check him for all his vital signs.  Susan had midwifes to assist her and they were simply wonderful.

Ouma Estelle imprinting Luka's footprints on a card as
a memento to take home to South Africa with her. 

Staying most of the time with Susan and Chris at the hospital, I became so proud at the way there are handling Luka. The love of the kids shine through their eyes absolutely every minute of the day.  They are so proud of being parents! Luka is being held so lovingly, they talk to Luka when he is awake. Susan and Chris do the “kangaroo care” with him every time he wakes up. Boy, he sure enjoys that!! Yesterday I took a pic of Luka being with both of them naked from the waist up. My pic wasn’t very good, I aimed for Luka and what came out? Little Luka being on his dad’s hairy chest without Chris’ face on the picture. So it looks if Luka has being fed by someone with a very hairy chest! I don’t think Susan will put that on the blog!

Luka is growing by the day, gaining more weight and growing taller.  When I arrived, he looked a little ‘scrawny’ and very little. But now he is bigger, and his cheeks have popped out, he doesn’t flap his arms so much and the different expressions on his face when he sleeps, is too cute.  And of course he likes it very much if Daddy changes his nappy and giving him a very dirty nappy, aiming for Daddy’s lap and shorts, in which he is very successful!

Two mothers with their firstborns. 

The blog that Susan writes is so beautiful and there has been over 4,000 comments on it. Right over the world from all the different countries, comments are coming in.  I also know that God is with little Luka, and family and friends are praying for him. Every night Chris and Susan hold each other’s hand over Luka and pray to God to keep him safe and give him a kiss. Poor me, I also tried to give him a goodnight kiss, but I am too short, and couldn’t reach over the side of his cot to give him a kiss from granny.  They need to pick him up for me!

As a grandmother, I am so proud of little Luka’s determination to get out of hospital (or should I say his parents’ determination?), thanks to Susan and Chris’ loving care. How apt the name they have chosen for the blog…Loving Luka! I know I am going to cry tonight when I board the plane.  God bless you Chris and Susan.  Can’t wait to see Luka again!!

Ouma and skoonseun (son-in-law) on the Wharf in Darwin