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Monday, 20 January 2025

January 17th....

The smell of new year was still around the corner, "2020" making me wonder what the year would bring. I had taken a day off work to rest.....oh! I had to meet the deadline of applying for a grant. It has really been hectic for me, from presenting my doctoral pre-field, to coping with work and now meeting a deadline for a scholarship. All these while expecting a baby.

As I read, I felt my tommy make different sounds and my baby constant restless moves. 'Is everything ok?' I asked myself. Remembering that I had visited the clinic for my antenatal a day earlier, gave me peace as I relax to continue my study. After spending hours struggling to come up with an abstract, I had to force myself to sleep and couldn't wait for hubby to came back from work.

I woke up early to notice that hubby had left for work. Walking to the rest room, I decided to give my mum a call, that was when I saw it!!! Oh my!!!! What is this I screamed!!! Is my baby ok!!!! Oh Gosh!!!! I didn't understand as I ran to my neighbor who suggested I go to the hospital. Yes! I am sure u want to ask what is it? It is unexplainable. I don't even know myself but one thing for sure is that I knew my baby isn't well!!! I knew it is a matter of emergency!!! How can I explain the long white cord between my legs. Something is wrong and my baby isn't feeling comfortable

I ran from my house to the clinic. The doctor saw me and then saw my state and shouted. How manage!!!! What happened!!! I became so scared. I know it is worse than I had expected. Then the doctors started a meeting immediately. 'Tell me what the problem is' I screamed. 'Will my baby survive???' They nod but I knew they were scared. I immediately took my phone and dialed my pastor's number. 'Please pray for me and my baby I cried. I don't want to die neither do I want to lose my baby. 'All will be well he reassured me'

The doctors came in and informed me that I will have to undergo an emergency cesarean section. I knew that would be it. They just have to save my baby. Yes, they have to, I assured myself and told them I am ok with anything to safe my baby. My sister came in at that moment and told me all will be well. My husband....I didn't see him when I closed my eyes. Yes, I closed my eyes and hoped for the best.



Opening my eyes, I tried to see what was happening, but I couldn't. 'Where am I'? I asked. Eventually when I opened again, I noticed I could see a roof. My husband was close to me, holding me so strong. Yes, I saw my sister also and then my mum. I struggled to smile. Where is my baby I asked. She is in the incubator they responded. Oh!!! Yes, where would she have been? It was merely 7 months, and she couldn't have been by my side I thought. I wish I could hold her; I tried standing but felt a sharp pain in my Tommy. Oh!!! I remembered I had just been cut. The pain around my body was so much that I couldn't move, so I slept again.

When I woke up the next time, I requested to see my baby, she was still in the incubator. Another woman who had just given birth had a bed beside me, whenever I hear the sound of her baby, I requested to see mine. I couldn't wait to see her adorable face. I had just been told a week ago that I was expecting a girl. I was so happy. I Danced with joy. Can I at least see her i asked my mother. Soon dear, she is sleeping and cannot be removed from the incubator. I sighed and slept again

When I woke up, an old woman came to my bed, held me and said, 'you will be fine, it is just the baby, thank God you are ok'. I didn't get it, so I ask, what do you mean. My younger sister quickly cut her short and spoke
'she is worried about your pain in your stomach'. 'Oh'! I responded but at that point, I knew something was wrong. My mum eyes were heavy. I could read it. 'Is my baby ok? I asked crying. 'Yes, she is. She is!' my younger sister insisted. Then let me see her I also insisted'. When I noticed I wouldn't be allowed to see her. I came up with a plan to know what had happen. I know my husband wouldn't keep anything from his father, so I requested for his phone to call a friend. He didn't think twice before he gave me, if he had, he would have known I was up to something. 

I took it from him and went straight to his father's message. There I saw it. Yes, I saw what I had been avoiding... What they have kept from me. The Truth!!!!! 'Daddy, we lost the baby he wrote'. What!!!! I shouted. My baby!!!!! My baby!!!!! I want my baby!!!! I can't lose her!!!! My baby!!!!!! My baby!!!!! No!!!!!!!! I want my baby! I tried to stand up but the sharp pain put me back to bed. I tried to cry out, but my body was so weak to allow me to express my pain. I could hardly lift my legs, my hands were swollen from the numerous drip I had received. Oh.....My baby!!!!!!!!!! I lost her!!!!