Hello Stella I'm the WNB poster of last Friday 64, the one you termed the best so far *shines teeth*, thanks to all bv's who wished me well and keyed in to my tale, all your testimonies awaits you. And finally to bv James, does it matter if my DH is rich or not?
What I personally admire about Stella is her non bragging nature about her earnings, she will never flaunt this or that and that's typically me, nonetheless I also like to work and spend my own cash, to answer your question,he's got good money to cater for us all.
I took in almost 6 months into the marriage, that was when reality began to set in, pregnancy isn't easy for real. I experienced nausea, oedema, mood swings and weird cravings at odd times. I remember asking DH to go buy me noodles and geisha at midnight and while at it he should get a couple of fayrouz drinks for me when he objected I burst Into hot tears saying the baby needs it not me...lmao, he quickly went out at that ungodly hour to get me the items.
Several odd times I demanded even more weird meals like Pap,kunun aya, suya and so on, he stood by me all through. My EDD elapsed and the baby didn't want to come out, the gynea advised I take my exercise more seriously to ease delivery and kinda to induce labour, DH and I took to the thread mill and cycling, to be honest his support was overwhelming as all my ANC visits he tagged along.
3am on one fine Saturday morning I woke up to pee and noticed my pyjamas was wet again, I thought my pee touched it and I changed, next one I wore same thing, I began to cry(that was me, any lil thing not going rightly I'd cry in pregnancy), I woke DH up saying I was wet, he asked immediately if I wanted him to put 'IT' inside as he wanted to collect for the past few weeks and I kept refusing, he actually thought the wet I said was sexually
He knew this wasn't normal when pains started building and the wetness started showing streaks of blood, quickly he loaded the vehicle with my delivery kit and assisted me to the hospital, my vitals were immediately taken and was referred straight to delivery room, an IV line was set and was given some injection to speed up labour. That was when I turned to prayer warrior, the pain could be felt from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet, with severe emphasis on my lower back. DH assumed the role of a masseurs in the delivery to ease the pain.
I pleaded for epidural but was told I had gone past the stage, I was made to bear the pain. When I told them I wanted to poop the nurses confirmed I was fully dilated and I was briefed on how to push the baby out safely.
One, two, three push! I pushed like I had constipation, after two more pushes the baby's head popped out and I heard DH shout, "Damn! Holy Moses, is that a humans head? " in the most unadulterated foreign accent, everybody in the room burst into laughter.
While I was been stitched up (episiotomy )DH had announced to everyone he was a father of a beautiful baby girl. My mum quickly started making arrangements to catch the morning flight to our base, I was wheeled to my private room and was served hot beverage To Help my breast milk flow.
My mum kept calling every minute asking how I was doing and promised to be with me in no time, before noon she had arrived, DH picked her up and brought her to the hospital and made to leave for home immediately saying my mum brought Ghana must go full of food items.
We got discharged 48hours later with a clean bill of health, on reaching home I saw DH had washed the baby's clothes and mine, what made me laugh was the nightengale towel he washed too... Lol.
For the next 6weeks I was pampered, my mum cooked, the free flow of pepper soup was what DH enjoyed more than me, she took care of me, massaged my body at every bathe time with emphasis on my tummy area and still took care of the baby.
When she left hubby and I adjusted quite well to the new routine, he assisted in feeding the baby, took time to play on the floor with her, sang nursery rhymes he formed from mathematical equations, he'll say it's never to early to teach them...lol, he'd iron washed clothes, load and unload the dish washer while I attended to other chores and within 2years we had another baby.
MIL had to come do omugwuo as I lost my mum to cancer. Her son kept arguing with her she wasn't helpful and openly compared her to my late mum, she expected to be rather taken care of, she left after a week and we employed a care nurse to come assist us, it's been 5years now the nurse has been with us who has filled in as a nanny and a care giver.
DH and I have closed the idea of baby making and I'm been placed on a long and safe FP, we only have sex for sake of orgasms.... Hehehehe
Stella I think you should have nanny/ Maid chronicles too.
HA!!!..This your Omugwo chronicle na wah!...Love it!...Make i raise hands for you!