I was born into a loving home, the first of three children. We grew up very close, and are best friends to this day. Our home was filled with laughter and joy. I went to good schools, was remarkably intelligent and pretty much coasted through primary and high school. I managed to get good grades with minimal effort. I was accepted into medical school. I was ecstatic, my parents beamed with pride, told everyone they knew, paraded me all over, introducing me as "the one who will be a doctor".
Admittedly, medical school was a whole new ballgame and for the first time in my life,I had to study for hours every day. For the first time, I failed papers, many of them. I was always tired, always stressed, and always working. It was hard. But, I made it. By God's grace I graduated with my degree, and started my career. All the while I was deeply embedded in a church community, made friends I still have to this day, grew in the knowledge of God, and served in the music ministry. I remained a bubbly personality, funny....witty, I was a great multi-tasker and could get a lot done in very little time. I was a well balanced woman, I didn't have emotional "issues", I had been pretty stable my whole life.
I met the man who would later make me his wife. We had a whirlwind courtship, and got married 18 months later. We relocated to South Africa, and had the most amazing three years of marriage. We spent our free time exploring new restaurants around the city, taking road trips to all the nooks and crannies we could find on the map, staying at sweet bed and breakfasts, wine tasting, chocolate fairs...heck, we even went shark cage diving. We were gym rats; we always trained together, took jogs together. It was a glorious time. We'll always treasure those first years, when it was just the two of us, without a care in the world.
One morning two pink lines formed on the test stick. I was over the moon with happiness; my husband however for the next four months looked like he was suffering from mighty indigestion. He took sometime to settle into his new upcoming role of being a father.
I had a glowing pregnancy, worked out almost every day and ate reasonably. I had no morning sickness, no heartburn, no backaches, I really had no idea why women complained about pregnancy *shakes head and laughs*. I spent the nine months praying for my baby, for an easy natural delivery, no breastfeeding problems, and a baby who slept through the night within the first month. Yes, I know, it does sound a bit of a reach. But we were hopeful, and confident.
And then the cracks began to slowly form.
Christian, wife, mom, doctor, and an alien on earth, on my way to the city of God.