Tuesday, 15 November 2016

How To Successfully Have a Baby & Save Your Vagina




Before my son was born I never really thought about C-sections. I was adamant I was going to give birth to my child naturally because that's what my body was designed to do right? Wrong. After being in labour for almost 30 hours my doctor regretfully informed me that my fever was getting worse, my son's heart rate was increasing, and there was no way he was going to fit through my birth canal. After hours of agony and anxiety a feeling of peace came over me. I remember thinking "yes, just cut me open, do whatever you need to do, I'm just ready to hold my baby".  And so off we went down to the operating theatre so that they could take my baby out for me and put an end to the never ending contractions and the different fingers violating my vagina checking for dilation.

As awful as C-sections sound, if I'm completely honest I really didn't think it was as horrific as I had anticipated. The anesthetist made sure I was completely numb from the waist down so I didn't feel anything throughout the procedure besides some pressure when they were pulling to get him out. My husband was beside me the whole time talking to me and stroking my hair along with some of the nurses who were comforting me too. Within 15 minutes Thomas was out and I heard his first cries. They laid him on my chest for skin to skin bonding while they stitched me back up. I don't think I've ever felt so high off life ever. Absolute happiness.

The tough part began once I was in my recovery room and drugs started wearing off. Once the epidural started to wear off, I felt pain like no other in my lower abdomen... the only way to describe it is like the worst gas pains you've ever endured but x1000. And that's because a lot of the pain I experienced post surgery was due to trapped gas.  Think about your abdomen being cut and left wide open for over 30 minutes and the amount of air that gets trapped in there! I spent a lot of time during those 3 days in the hospital trying to fart!! (And poo).

Despite the pain however, I couldn't help but feel relieved that my vagina hadn't been ripped apart...I didn't have any stitches down there, and I could cross the sitz bath of my shopping list. Whew!

Jokes aside, the recovery after having a C-section is no joke. It took me about two whole weeks to feel normal again (being able to laugh or cough without feeling like my stitches were going to burst open) 

Below are some of the things that really helped me through:

1. Stool softeners - They helped to a certain extent but I wasn't actually able to open my bowels with them alone. I needed the help of suppositories.

2. Suppositories - you know those things you push up your bum to make you poo? No? Well they are AMAZING for post C-section surgery. I didn't take one until my last day and my goodness I felt like a new woman. I still couldn't open my bowels but I released A LOT of air and my stomach went down astronomically. I continued to take 1 now and then once I was home because constipation after you give birth is REAL. You actually feel like you're giving birth again but through your bum! The first number two that I took post surgery I was so proud of because I actually lost a few pounds. I AM NOT LYING. I'd never in my life seen a toilet bowl so full, so much so that I actually took a picture ... Which my husband later asked to see because he is gross like that. 

3. A heating pad
. My nurse suggested I try this because I had terrible abdominal cramping due to the contractions you get when you breastfeed  (this is your uterus contracting in order to return to its normal size) it really helped and I was able to sleep with this across my lower abdomen for pain relief. It was electric so I simply plugged it in and it stayed warm all night and day.

4. Drugs/pain relief - this is an obvious one but don't do what I did and wait for the pain to return before asking for more. Find out how often you can take them and set an alarm in your phone so you're able to take them regularly and before the pain kicks in. I'd often end up doubled up in bed, unable to move or get up because I kept leaving it too long to take more painkillers.

5. Walk - if you can, get up and start walking straight away. It seriously helps with the healing process. I would take Thomas out in his cot which had wheels and just walk up and down the floor.

6. Make some investments - once you get home and you're taking less pain relief it will be really difficult when baby cries and you need to bend down to pick him up or you need to change his nappy and bend over to do so. Luckily what helped me was the co sleeping bassinet we bought which attaches to the bed so he was right next to me .. Also the changing table ... So I didn't have to bend over and change him on the bed. Lifesavers! 

7. Keep legs elevated - as much as you can. If like me you had drugs through an iv fluid before surgery your legs might swell up ridiculously. My ankles were non existent.

8. Get help - bring in mum / sister / Aunty / best friend for a few days to help out. You won't be able to do much for a while so it's a God send if you have someone to do your dishes, cook and hold baby while you try to shower and feel slightly human again.

If you're reading this and you're pregnant or just had a baby... Congratulations and feel free to message me and ask me about anything I forgot to cover.
Hugs & kisses 


Tuesday, 30 August 2016

My Childbirth Story



Hi guys

I know it's been a while, and I've been trying to write this for ages but motherhood really is a 24 hour job. I'm currently writing this whilst Thomas is asleep next to me in his co sleeper crib (Currently milk drunk lol)

So yeah we named our baby boy Thomas. I'm so in love with him. He's 5 weeks old now but it feels like he's been here forever because I honestly can't remember life before him. Meeting him and having him here with us has been the greatest blessing I've ever received in my life and the feeling is so overwhelming I can't even explain it.

So anyway let me break down how Thomas came into the world. I want to write it all down so I can look back at this in years to come and probably (definitely) have a little cry.

Birthday : 20th July 2016, 5.10pm
Weight: 7 lbs 14
Length: 20 inches

I went into labour on the 19th of July. It was about 2am and I felt strong period like cramps that kept coming and going so I decided to get into the shower to see if they would die down. No luck. I knew from others that labour can go on forever or sometimes it's just false labour so I decided to get back into bed to try and ride it out. The pains started to get more severe so I decided to and start timing them. At this point they were quite irregular at about 10 mins and then like 8 mins or 13 mins apart. Michael woke up and went to work so I told him I'd call if I felt like they were getting closer and needed him to come home. I paced around the house, finished packing my hospital bags, called my mum and then around 11am the contractions were still irregular at about 8 mins then 11 then 7 minutes apart but were painful and I needed Michael's support so I told him to come home. He was amazing and walked around the house with me for hours and helped me with my breathing and stuff until they got to about 7 minutes apart at around 3pm and I was like GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL lol. The pain had me doubled over in pain and I started to panic. 

It was so distressing when I got there because I was only 3cm dilated like fml I thought I'd be at least 5. So on it went. They had taken us to our room which was lovely and had a bath tub so I got in the shower which helped so much with the contractions but they got stronger and stronger. By midnight I was still only 3cm. Bruh. I couldn't believe it. At this point I accepted the epidural because I just didn't know how much longer it would continue like this with the level of pain but no progress. Okay so the epidural.... best. Thing. Ever. Everything became fuzzy and warm and I felt so happy and light. I was able to call my mum at this point and have a good chat. I felt great and slept until 6am the next day. When guess what. Still 3cm. So they had to break my waters & said they would check on me about 5 hours later. It was weird not being able to feel my legs but I was grateful because those contractions were no joke and also I didn't like feeling their hands inside my vagina checking my cervix every so often. It felt kind of painful.

5 hours later. Only 5cm. They then gave me pitocin to speed things up because I wasn't progressing at the rate I should have been and baby was in distress. (He had pooed inside me poor thing) Checked on me a few hours later. Nothing. By this point I had a fever and baby's heart rate was increasing.
My doctor apologised and told me that he was too big to fit in my birth canal. I was going to have to have a c-section. My absolute worst nightmare had come true. Michael had to give me the pep talk and told me the main thing was that our beautiful child would be arriving into the world safely...and so down we went to the operating theatre... me numbed out from the waist below and Michael in his blue scrubs. He stroked my hair and talked to me throughout the whole thing which really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Within 15 minutes Thomas was out and hearing his first cry was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. Joy and relief flooded over me and I demanded to hold my son straight away lol. I couldn't stop laughing and crying hysterically like a mad woman. They said "look at his head. This is why he couldn't fit down your birth canal!"  His head was shaped like a cone from him trying to push his way down to my canal. My poor bubba. He was beautiful already with a mad head of hair, which explained the heartburn. While I held my baby and Michael took pics, the doctors sewed me back up which I think took about 20 mins but I don't really remember because I was so distracted by Thomas. The procedure really wasn't traumatic at all, in fact I kind of enjoyed it, they blew warm air on me the whole time to keep me relaxed and I was able to play my own music and talk to Michael the whole time. 



I stayed in the hospital for 3 nights while I recovered. It was a struggle to sit up in bed to pick Thomas up. It hurt to laugh. It hurt to cough. It hurt to wee. Oh and the gas. My goodness. I would be on all fours praying to fart lol. And the after birth contractions! Don't even get me started. 
I don't even remember much of my recovery now because even though I was in pain I was ridiculously high off the love and awe of our sons life. We spent so much time just staring at him and wondering how did we become so lucky and blessed? If I could go back I honestly wouldn't change a thing. I have my healthy perfect son here next to me snoring away. I feel truly blessed. 
I definitely have to commend the nurses at Texas Health presbyterian hospital because they looked after me around the clock. No request was too big and Michael and I honestly felt like we were on a mini vacation. One night they brought us steak and lobster for dinner and we felt like we were on a mini date. Every morning I was able to ring up and order breakfast it was just great. 

Adjusting to motherhood has been the most natural thing in the world and loving Thomas is so easy. It's just so scary looking at his precious fragile being knowing that he depends on us fully - its such a huge responsibility and I just want to protect him from any harm. I'll write another update soon on the journey into motherhood but for now I'm going back to watching my baby sleep. He's so perfect


Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Third trimester Update.

Weeks 28-40

Me at 34 weeks


Today I'm 39 weeks pregnant and patiently waiting to meet our baby.
The 2nd trimester flew by. How I wish I could have spent some more time there in that cocoon of 2nd trimester happiness.

Well, I continued to feel great up until about 34 weeks I'd say. I flew out to Dallas at 32 weeks & my flight was absolutely fine, infact none of the cabin crew or airline staff even noticed I was pregnant and the fit to fly note I had obtained from my GP remained in my handbag untouched. I had still opted for the bulkhead seats and was grateful for the extra legroom so I could rub my belly and have my legs slightly elevated straight out in front of me.

Before I hit 34 weeks I was still pretty mobile and able to eat bits and bobs here and there (no spice still) but things were good. At around 34/35 weeks my belly was getting bigger and I couldn't eat a lot without throwing it up straight away :-( At 36 weeks, on father's day we bbq'd some burgers and chicken - the burger was so damn good & I had about 5 bites. Michael was like "wow I've never seen you eat this much since you've been pregnant" and literally about 30 seconds later I threw it all up. No joke.

Some days are worse than others. Yesterday I was in so much pain with back ache, indigestion, a throbbing pain in my right side & a general lack of energy but today I felt a lot better despite the throwing up incident.

Michael & I went to a childbirth class a few weeks ago which was definitely an eye opener and I would definitely recommend to new parents who want to feel fully prepared going in. There is a LOT to take in and we were overwhelmed with all the information. I'm still in two minds about going medication free or getting the epidural. I think I'll decide once I get to the hospital.

What are your main symptoms currently?

The worst heartburn I've ever experienced in my life.  I don't even think it's heartburn anymore I think it's progressed to GERD which is an acid reflux disease. I literally wake up hiccuping and coughing acid on the verge of vomiting. I've been drinking sprite relentlessly as it seems to help but I'm scared my teeth are going to fall out soon. Fml. I feel constantly sick and anything I eat that actually has a taste to it makes me nauseous.

Constant backache - I've gotten used to this but sometimes my bubbas foot is stuck in my rib and that kills sooooooo bad.

A full bladder- I have to go to the toilet every hour and that includes while I'm sleeping, so I'm literally up every hour with a painfully full bladder

Lack of energy - Most of this is due to not being able to eat much. I tried a fruit diet at one point but I found most fruits to be too acidic and made my heartburn worse so I gave up.

Constipation- This is just a given I guess *sigh*

Total weight gain- about 22 lbs.

That's pretty much it really.

I am seriously jealous of anyone who is able to stuff their face during  pregnancy I miss eating so bad! My two main joys were eating with a glass of wine so not being able to do either for nearly a year has been so difficult! Hopefully our baby will be here soon!!! I can't wait to see his little face.





Monday, 9 May 2016

Second Trimester - Bliss!

Second Trimester = Week 13 - 28





Me at 23 weeks with my brother and my friend P


If you've been following my blog you'll know the trauma that I went through for the first trimester of my pregnancy. If you missed that post you can read it here

For all the women who are yet to be Mums and totally put off by my previous blog post - fear not! It gets better, it really does! I felt pretty amazing all throughout my second trimester and have been so excited to write this post because I hated how the first one seemed to be all doom and gloom. Now for the happy, positive stuff.......!

So week 13 of my pregnancy I arrived back in London (officially in my 2nd trimester) still feeling quite poorly but excited for my first ultrasound scan to see my baby. I was incredibly nervous the night before, so much so that I couldn't sleep and the next day and was vomiting more than usual which in hindsight was probably down to the nerves. Although I'd only been pregnant for 13 weeks, I felt so protective and already worried about the little human being growing inside me.

As I lay down on the hospital bed with my Mum to my left (my bladder about to burst!) my heart was racing. The sonographer spread the warm jelly on my lower abdomen and we were off! There my little baby was. Moving and wriggling around... I'm actually welling up writing this, reliving the emotions... I can't even explain the pride and joy that came over me seeing my little baby moving around. Michael & I had created this little life, and it was real, right there in front of me. I wished more than anything he could have been there to see our baby but I promised to send him pictures and updates as soon as I got out. The sonographer confirmed that everything looked fine and bubba was healthy and growing at a good rate. That's my baby, I thought with pride!

It was such a great feeling to finally know what was growing inside me and narrowed down our baby name search.

I was still sick until the beginning of week 14 when the nausea miraculously stopped.
Just.
Like.
That.

I woke up one morning and I didn't feel like I was out at sea. I didn't want to jinx myself so I didn't celebrate until week 15 when I was still feeling good. I was able to eat as normal (with the exception of spicy food) and my skin started to glow, my bump was growing steadily and I genuinely just felt so happy! Finally!!! I caught up with friends and allowed myself to get excited at the prospect of becoming a mummy.


At 27 weeks


I bought my first purchase from Zara, the cutest little outfit that I just had to share with you all....


You can find this cute outfit on the Zara website here


I think this will probably be baby's returning home from the hospital outfit. And you could probably guess from the colour scheme that....


WE'RE HAVING A BOY!!!!

So excited! I had my second scan at 20 weeks where they told me the bigheaded baby inside my womb is a boy! I had guessed anyway but it just made it seem more real. Now when I talk to my belly I know it's a boy in there and the connection feels even stronger. It was so nice when Michael came over in March because we booked a private scan and they showed us our boys private parts :-) proud Mum & Dad moment!

                            

I'm now in my third trimester and looking forward to giving birth to our baby and finally meeting him.

Last trimester update coming soon.

Love, Tanya xo

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

My first trimester - Pregnancy Hell!



My first trimester. Where do I start?

Firstly, I didn't know if I was going to make it. And if I did make it, would I ever be the same?

How did you find out you were pregnant?

My period is always regular so when I was about 4 days late I decided to take a test. When I first saw the words "pregnant" on that stick I can't describe the emotions that I felt. They ranged from despair, shock, anxiety and fear to joy, ecstacy and excitement. Michael and I had been relatively careful so I wasn't entirely expecting it - surprisingly though, as I built myself up to go and buy a test, I found myself feeling that I'd be disappointed if it said negative? We both had planned to start trying but not until after our wedding which would have been just under a year away for us.





What were your first symptoms?

Before I even found out I was pregnant, I was going to the loo about 4-5 times during the night. Michael was like to me..."Is everything alright? How long have you been like this?" to which I responded, "Only since I got to Dallas"! I was worried maybe I had a urine infection then joked that it could be that I was pregnant - to which we both laughed off :-/


BRUH.




Was the first trimester what you expected?

Hell no. I don't think anyone ever talks about just how hard your first trimester can be. You have those women who simply breeze through it, like one of my friends literally had no nausea or sickness and could eat whatever and whenever she wanted. THEN there's the unfortunate ones like me who SUFFER!

By about week 6 of pregnancy, my breasts were so sore I had to hold them whenever I got in and out of bed or walking down the stairs because they were that tender. I had to pee about 4 to 5 times every single damn night. But that was NOTHING compared to what else was in store for me. The nausea that hit me at 9 weeks. My gosh. I woke up each morning feeling like I was on a boat out at sea during a thunder-storm. I was so so sick. I'd open the fridge and the smell of food was so bad I'd run to the toilet and throw up. Then I'd go to brush my teeth and at the point of brushing my tongue .... I'd vomit...AGAIN! By this point, I'd feel weak, belly growling, my eyes bloodshot from throwing up but I still had to pick myself up and go to work and try to act normal because obviously I didn't want anyone to know that I was pregnant.


Me at 3 months for my Christmas work do. No bump yet.


"MORNING" sickness is a LIE.

The sickness lasted ALL day. I couldn't understand why this was happening. I has assumed that you feel a little sick in the morning, possibly vomit and then you're fine? No no no no. I'd be at my desk and then around noon I'd get so hungry but the smell and taste of food made me gag so I was unable to eat which of course in turn just made me feel more sick. The only things I was able to stomach and keep down were plain toast with butter, plain rice and clear coloured drinks (so I resorted to drinking a lot of Sprite to give me sugar and energy) Basically anything with a taste or smell I couldn't eat.



I eventually ended up on Ensure drinks which are a protein shake designed for really sick people i.e. cancer patients. Michael was so worried about me during my visit in December that he went out and bought me a whole box and they literally SAVED ME!!!! When I couldn't eat I would just drink them through a straw and luckily through that I was able to muster some energy to function like a normal human being.


How did you feel during the first trimester?

I felt miserable constantly and then guilty at myself for not being excited about being pregnant. I kept thinking to myself, "what if this lasts for the whole 9 months - how will I survive?". I had no energy to do anything except for drag myself to work and throw myself into bed when I got home. Michael would call or try to skype me and I just wouldn't be in the mood despite missing him :-( All I can say is thank God that by week 14 my nausea subsided and I was able to eat normally again. (well most things - I still can't eat anything spicy and don't really enjoy meat right now either)




Travelling whilst pregnant?

I was 11 weeks when I flew to Dallas and I was dreading it. I got to the airport and managed to get some fruit down me. I plodded off to buy my DVT socks - ain't nobody trying to get blood clots and the risk is higher when you're pregnant. I took one of my anti-sickness pills that my GP had prescribed me to prevent needing to throw up whilst on the plane and also stocked up on lots of snacks for the flight such as crackers, lots of water and some fruits as I knew I'd probably struggle to eat the food on the plane. And I was right. I couldn't stomach the food, but the snacks kept me going. It was depressing not being able to drink the wine because I usually have 1 or 2 glasses on long haul flights to relax me while I watch a film and also knock me out. All in all though, I was relieved to get off the plane, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I'll be posting second & third trimester updates towards the end of my pregnancy. Stay tuned!

Mwah xoxo





Wednesday, 6 April 2016

I'm ALMOST married...and we're PREGNANT!!!



Guysss!!! This blog post is well overdue, so apologies on that front. If you follow me on my twitter or instagram you'll most likely already know that on 19 March Michael and I had our traditional Ghanaian engagement. I also revealed that I'm 5 months pregnant (now six!)

The day was beautiful and I felt so blessed to have a man who felt that the Ghanaian traditional way of doing things was just as important as I did - despite not being of a Ghanaian background himself. 
I was soooooo nervous, I honestly never realised how intense and emotional the day can be. I was so anxious for everything to go well but also just couldn't wait to be reunited with my man. Michael left me in the morning and went to my parents house to get ready. They then headed off to the venue where the ceremony takes place at which time I was at the hotel with my bridesmaids getting ready (and trying not to have a panic attack!)
For the ceremony to begin, Michael had to present two bottles of Schnapps, some money for my family, an engagement bible for me, some Ghanaian fabrics and my engagement ring. The Schnapps is by far the most important gift - In the past, and to date, the drinks are used to pour liberation. Liberation is a prayer to the ancestors and God.
Elders from both families begin the marriage ceremony with a prayer and introductions. The groom, although present, does not speak in all of these proceedings. The designated spokesperson does the negotiation on his behalf.
Only once everything had been presented and accepted from my family, could I then be bride brought to the gathering. We used decoys  to ‘tease’ the groom (for entertainment purpose).  So my bridesmaids were taken in before me and Michael was asked to verify if this is indeed the bride. I was told that he demanded them to stop playing games and bring out his woman! Lol! So once I was finally taken in and he he confirmed that I was his bride, I was then asked three times by the chief if I agree to marry the groom. I said yes! 
Prayers were said and blessings were given. We were then offered advice from elders in the room and presented with the engagement bible as a symbol of how important God should be in our married life.
It was truly beautiful.




There are so many exciting things happening right now that I can't wait to share with you all.

In my next blog post I'll be talking about my experiences during the first and second trimester of my pregnancy and what there is left to look forward to!

Love, Tanya x

Thursday, 24 March 2016

How to Make a Long Distance Relationship Work






LDR




I've been thinking about writing a post like this for a while, but wanted to wait until I felt like I've done a fair stint in a long distance relationship ("LDR") first. It's been almost a year now - Michael and I are happily engaged and extremely excited about the life we are going to start together so I guess now is the right time to share my survival tips with you all.

I hope that I'm able to help at least one person, because I know that I certainly struggled at the beginning and would constantly be reading up on other people's experiences and PRAYING for a happy ending.

Before I met Michael I was adamant I wouldn't even consider dating somebody outside of London. Funny how life works. We knew it would be difficult, and in an ideal world, the both of us would obviously have preferred to have fallen for someone that didn't live 5,000 miles across the world, but since meeting each other we knew we wouldn't just be able to walk out of each others lives - we had to at least try to make it work.

I should also mention that I can be the jealous type and need lots of attention so I've definitely had to adapt. So here's what I've learnt since being in a long distance relationship about not only surviving one, but how to flourish in one.


Establish boundaries from the get go

Being miles apart allows room for insecurity and jealousy to creep in. Straight away, Michael & I made it clear with each other that if we were going to give us a go, that we would be exclusive to each other until the day we decide to call it quits. Even if you don't decide to do the same - make sure you both know where you stand and what is and isn't acceptable within the parameters of your relationship.

Book a flight


LDR


Michael and I try not to let too much time go without having a date to look forward to (usually seeing each other) It's expensive and might not always be an option for everyone, but we have somehow managed to always have a flight booked to see each other - the countdown app gets abused, and we're forever counting down the days. It makes it so much easier knowing there is light at the end of the tunnel and we'll be with each other soon. We also agreed between ourselves never to go 3 months without seeing each other but everyone will be different. Personally for me, this agreement keeps me sane.

Plan something together

We try to have a little project together during the time we are apart to keep us busy and this also allows us to bond. At the moment we are doing Bible reading Marriage plans together which has been fun and is helping to bring us closer together spiritually and emotionally. We're also currently planning the engagement so that keeps us busy and is something for us to look forward to! Other things you could do together could be as simple as planning a special skype date, helping one another look for a new job/house, planning a vacation, watching a series together online or on Netflix and talking about it, reading the same book, etc...

Make a decision

How long are you willing to be long distant for? Who is eventually going to move to who? Where will you live? Get talking about these things... the sooner the better.

Trust

There is absolutely no space in a long distance relationship for doubt or mistrust of your partner. NONE whatsoever. If you do not trust this person vehemently with every fibre of your being then I'm sorry to say but this relationship is not going to last. Imagine being 5,000 miles away from someone you don't trust? You'd drive yourself mad! It's not worth your sanity...



Funeral

Patience

Okay this one here is a hard one. Especially, if you're like me and you want everything now. When you're in a long distance relationship that's just not going to happen.  You want a hug. Now. You want to go on a date. Tomorrow. You're horny and need some loving. Yesterday. Sorry to break it to you but unless you have got that billionaire money and a private jet - it's not going to happen. So you really need to find some inner peace within you to give you the strength to accept your current situation and deal with it the best you can.  You need to be able to accept that instead of a long hug you might have to settle for a quick facetime call instead. If you can really find peace with that and learn to appreciate and embrace your relationship for what it is - that means really making the most of what you have right now and not comparing yourself to people around you who get to see their partner whenever they want. If you can accept that - and still look at your relationship like it's the most beautiful and special thing in the world to you - I think you'll be just fine.

Xoxo







Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Contact me

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Saturday, 6 February 2016

Okay ladies, now let's get in formation



If you ever had any doubts before that Beyoncé is THE Queen... tonight she shut that down! She's making it very clear that not only does she support the "Black Lives Matter" movement but that she is unapologetically in LOVE with being black "I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros. I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils." Bey didn't hold back at all in this video, she's telling black women to stand together in formation, the police need to stop killing us, that she's all about her black man and her black baby (looking cute rocking her Afro) which was a big f*ck you to all the ignorant people saying she should sort out Blue's hair, it's too "picky" and comparing her to North... she's sick of people trying to attribute her hard work & success to an affiliation with the Illuminati ... & for me the most powerful image of all was the young black boy in a hoodie dancing in front of the police.... He uses his talent as power against them, and they end up surrendering to him... Along with the message on the wall ... "Stop Killing Us" This for me was such an important message for our youth and also a strong tribute to all of the Trayvon Martin's, Michael Brown's, Tamir Rice's... The list goes on, R.I.P. Oh yeah, and she drowned a New Orleans police car!

This video is life.

Monday, 18 January 2016

Bride to Be!

bride



I'm officially engaged!! It happened over the New Year whilst I was in Dallas visiting Michael and was a lovely and welcome surprise. I can't believe I'm going to marry the man I've always dreamed and prayed about. So excited and can't wait to share with you all our Traditional Ghanaian Engagement pictures which will be taking place in March this year! 

Mwah xoxo

(credit to the talented Peniel Echill for the illustration of the bride)


Tuesday, 10 November 2015

My first time in Texas...!



So after aaaallll the waiting, the countdowns, the frustration of missing Michael, the time FINALLY came for me to get on the plane and go and see my boo. Not only was I excited to see my love but I would also finally get to meet his wonderful family, including his gorgeous son who I'd only had the chance to see on skype so far. I was excited, anxious, nervous...I even started arguments with him a few days before my trip because I was so on edge!!! It sounds ridiculous I know but once it got to the day before I was due to fly out and I realised nothing could go wrong... I was smiles all day.

When I got there Michael had booked us into a lovely hotel that had a kitchen and living room...and wait for it...he cooked dinner for me and had bought me my favourite wine and all the snacks I love! This was the most perfect first night I could have asked for and proved just how well he knows me.

I had such a wonderful time. The people are so so so friendly, something I'm not used to living in London (where people think you're crazy if you even smile at them let alone say hello). We would go out and people would ask how we are and what we're up to.

I've not been back a week but I'm already missing Michael and his family like crazy. We have 6 weeks until I go back. Let the countdown begin.

Below are a few snaps I managed to take.






Cocktails for $3? Oh, I'll be back...!


I ordered pancakes for room service and they were as big as the plate! I couldn't believe it. Delicious though...












A view of the city from our hotel. Far from country ay?




Monday, 19 October 2015

Sorrryyyy

I haven't posted anything new in so long and I feel guilty about it almost everyday. I started a new job at a law firm last month and it's pretty much taken over my life. As soon as I settle in properly I plan to post lots of new and (hopefully) exciting stuff! I fly out to Dallas on Friday morning so I'll definitely share my travels on here.

Much love

Tanya xoxo

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Dinner at The Ritz, London


Last month I finally got a chance to visit the renowned Ritz Restaurant. It was my Aunty's birthday so she invited us along to celebrate with her.

Before I even begin, let me just say... WOW. What a truly fabulous evening it was.

As soon as you step into the hotel you immediately feel the luxury and grandeur of it all. You have to walk past the Palm Court where they do their afternoon tea and it's simply wonderful, especially the piano player and singer right opposite it. As you approach the restaurant entrance you are greeted and asked if you would like to leave anything in the cloakroom. Another touch of much appreciated service.

As you walk into the restaurant there is no other way to describe it except for stunningly breathtaking. The decor is extremely grand and rich in history. The table setting itself is very pretty - not too much but still very glam. Another thing we noticed and really appreciated is that the tables were not close to  each other at all. We couldn't hear any one elses conversations and felt comfortable knowing that nobody else could hear ours (despite being quite a loud bunch) The piano player and singer in the room really added to the feeling of luxury and decadence. The beautiful wine we ordered also helped (lol)

Our waiting staff were great! After being seated we were served our champagne within minutes! There was no waiting around at any point of our dinner and the petit fours were exquisite.

Honestly, if I could afford it, I'd visit this restaurant every week... It was such a lovely experience, and I'd highly recommend it for anyone in London - it's a must!








My beautiful Mum & aunty with me











Loin of lamb, caramelised shallot, mint & broad beans


Desert - Chocolate souffle



I wish I could play...



The birthday girl

Monday, 24 August 2015

Love in London

My love came to spend his birthday with me in London.

Excited was not even the word when he text me to say he had landed. I was already at Heathrow Airport arrivals, nervous and doing breathing exercises.

When I finally saw him walk through with his suitcase, my heart skipped a beat (cheesy I know)

We set off straight away to our lovely boutique hotel and had some welcome celebratory drinks on their lovely balcony terrace. How cute was the telephone in our room?


In true American fashion, Michael went and bought another glass of wine for me at £6, gave the waiter a £10 note and told him to keep the change -__- It's safe to say after the telling off I gave him, he didn't tip anyone such an amount for the rest of our trip.


Of COURSE I had to take him to Nando's the next day for lunch! He loved it and I was thrilled. 


We had an English breakfast but all he'd eat is eggs and bacon, smh. Baked beans seems to be a foreign concept for Americans.


Our room didn't have a mini fridge so this was a common occurrence in our sink most nights, Michael would go and buy me wine and then fill up the sink with ice to keep it chilled lol. We had the most perfect nights in with wine, snacks and movies.  


On the first and third night we went to visit my parents and brothers. We sat outside in the garden both times and had a lovely dinner. It was so perfect.


Michael's birthday, I took him to Sushisamba at the Heron Tower. The views were amazing 



This desert was EVERYTHING



So we tried to go sight seeing and made it as far as the Natural history Museum. It was raining so bad I was relieved when my baby suggested we grab a bottle of wine and head back to the hotel to snuggle and watch movies.



It took me a while to finally write this post but work has been so hectic. I'm missing Michael so much but I'll be in Dallas in October so I'm hoping and  praying the time just goes by quickly.



LDR's are hard but so worth it <3