Our Story: Why we make every day count
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This post contains graphic contents and pictures that some may find upsetting.
Let me start by simply saying, thank you. Thank you for being here and for taking the time out of your busy day to find out a little more about who’s behind bucket list mumma.
Im Cherry, a super proud, (kinda obsessed) mumma of 2 and I’ve honestly made it my life mission to give my family and I the best possible life I can.
Turning the BIG 3-0 today has given me time to reflect on how far I have come over the last 15 years and I wanted to let you in on why we make every day count...
As a 18 year old girl, I found myself deep in a physical and mentally abusive relationship. The previous years, I had been desperately looking for a way out whilst trying to cover what I was going through out of pride. i knew I deserved better...
I remember the moment of having his hands tightening around my neck and blood dripping from his arm wound, all over my face, whilst being pinned on to the top of the landing’s floor...
THAT was my turning point.
I knew deep inside I was destined for bigger and better things, to lead a fullfilled life so amazing I would wake up happy every. single. day. But this was my reality and shit needed to change.
Fastforward 3 years on that day, and I had met my fiancé who I would go onto start a family with. Life was good! But you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain and I would soon learn I would have to earn those babies 👶🏼 👶🏼
After a difficult birth with my first, Tyler was born by emergency c section and came out completely silent and purple. He had his cord wrapped around his neck three times so tightly the doctors were not sure he would make it. He was our little fighter, a miracle after a previous miscarriage, our rainbow baby who pulled through and made me counting my blessings from there on after.
I went on to conceive a little girl (my absolute dream) and my daughter Ava was also born by emergency c section due to undetected placenta previa leading to severe blood loss and putting me and the baby in great danger.
Knowing your body is failing you and your unborn child so badly and there was nothing I could do, absolutely crushed me.
The more blood I was loosing the more I was falling out of consciousness. When they were able to put me in a stable condition and deliver the baby, she beat all odds and proved the doctors wrong despite being starved of oxygen and being in severe stress.
From the moment I held my daughter in my arms with my son, I vowed I would always make every day count and make sure our life is filled with love and adventure. I will never take anything for granted ever again, life is too short.
We often get so tied up in every day life, that we forget what really matters. We take so much for granted that we forget tomorrow is never promised. If you take one thing away with you from my story, be greatful for every single thing you have.
Im embracing my passed experiences and making sure we live one hell of a life!
Join the ride 💗