Little did I realise when I got married in 1999 that just three years later I would embark on a journey that would ultimately change my life.  Change how I view the world.  Change how I see myself…

When we decided to extend our family, it took 10 years of slog, blood, sweat, tears, punctured skin, scarred skin, invasive examinations and surgery, about 7 miscarriages, four ivf’s (two with donor eggs) and a very, very deep, dark depression for us to finally throw in the towel and give in to the fact that we were (or rather, I am) infertile.

We ventured forth into the unchartered waters that is adoption.  After a mere four months, we received the phone call that changed our lives all over again.  On 12 July 2010 our Isabella was born to a woman who we will always hold in the highest regard.  18 hours later, we took Isabella home.

As with every parenthood, we had our challenges.  I believe that because Isabella is adopted – and because I am very sensitive to my surroundings – there are certain aspects that hold additional challenges.

On 25 November 2014 my world was to change irrevocably yet again.  My husband got up for work as usual, but was to never, ever return home to us again.  He died very suddenly at work.

I have a separate blog where I document my grief journey – dearbeary.wordpress.com.

I have chosen to create another parenting-style blog.  This time as a single parent, trying to raise a strong-willed, yet highly sensitive child – alone.  Hence this blog.

So here we go.

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