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How to not throw up

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I will pretend that it hasn't been a year since I wrote in here. No excuse. Hopefully if you were seriously looking through here looking for something from me, maybe the old posts kept you company. There are some oldies but goodies guys.

I'm currently trying not to throw up. So this is what happened. We had a happy surprise. In Zimbabwe they say just do gagaga. Basically they mean reproduce one after the other as if you have never attended a family planning session. They don't however offer to look after the small babies whilst you have a smaller baby. Nooo, just do gagaga. It's good for you. Apparently you will be grateful when you/they are older. So yes in case you have failed to read between the lines, we are expecting another baby. Very excited and grateful... Just don't try this if you value basic human posture and don't like carrying 20kgs around all the time.

Anashe is at that stage where she wants to be carried or she unleashes an academy winning performance of rolling in anguish on the floor. Then comes a shrill scream which will only stop if I pick her up. Mind you I am honoured to be the only recipient of this show. She is pretty much an angel with everyone else. It's like she knows there's someone about to join us and is maximising on being the baby. But shame, she is a baby. So maybe we will just say I am about to be a mum of twins.. One slightly older. I used to look at parents who dress their kids same same and think come on. A little individuality guys. I now know it's because ain't nobody got time to be going through kids section clothes looking for individuality. Does it fit. Yes. Get two.

Anyway, so yeah just thought I would update you. I have many a funny little story of my daily struggles. If you are my friend on LinkedIn you will know I started a new job. I hope my new employer can see through my waddle and panting up the stairs and believe the stuff I said in the interview. I'm good, I promise. Just give me benefit of the belly. I will be back. Its a great place though. Good people. I've hung my clinical coat and stethoscope and committed rest of my career to health programming and research. You knew it was inevitable. I do miss my patients. Sometimes. Especially the ones who came with colds and flue at my fancy locum and we would just have a good chat about life. I do not miss feeling helpless when there was nothing we could do for a malnourished child with an HB of 3, with mother who fed them sadza and soup for months and is gasping  no blood in the blood bank. No vien in site. And this was daily. After having Anashe I couldn't handle paediatrics. It was now too personal. But I have resolved that I can do my part by influencing policy, being an advocate and educating and preventing the problems which would walk in through those casualty doors.

Anyway, writing this on my phone so not sure how long it will be. Good news is I still haven't thrown up. Let us keep it that way. Please.

Next time I will have something more useful for you to read in terms of how to be an excellent mother and home keeper. Not from my experience of course.

Have a lovely day, my people.

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  1. SteeJuly 6, 2018 at 6:32 PM

    So, I threw up.

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  2. UnknownJuly 15, 2018 at 12:07 PM

    Interesting read, as usual. Well done for choosing to be a voice for voiceless and an advocate for policy change.
    Congrats on Anashes twin and being zimbabwean enough to do ga ga ga!

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  3. UnknownJuly 15, 2018 at 12:17 PM

    Nyarie

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