This is too funny...Dont worry its a read for all...Sweet story indeed!
When I saw the first post on Labour Room Drama, I knew my story had to be told. In fact, the pregnancies with each of my four kids were quite eventful and filled with drama. How I met my husband sef na drama (Stella, you really should consider Chronicles on How I met my Husband).
When we were pregnant with our second child, my husband and I hung out a lot and during weekends, he would take me to a nightclub of our choice, and would dance till I was ready to go home. This was the routine until I started getting bored because I couldn't take alcohol and it seemed like he was having all the fun...I was jealous (blame the pregnancy hormones).
When I told him to quit drinking and he wouldn't, I told him that should I need blood during labour and he was declared incapable of giving me blood because of alcohol in his blood, I was gonna divorce him.
I no be doctor o and I don't even know if there's any such case, but ómó, the thing work for me o. Darling hubby just quit alcohol immediately and stopped travelling as I was approaching my due date! A few weeks later, I went into labour at about 10pm. On our way to the hospital, na so I just dey ask my husband sey athink en nor drink any alcohol for night, and he kept swearing that he hadn't been drinking but I could see fear in his eyes.
Okay na, as we reach hospital and dem gimme bed na so I begin swear for dem sey if anybody come near me, I go deal with am, sey na only my husband I want near me. The man sef fear. Before a nurse could check me, they would have to explain with plenty "abeg" and get my permission.
Whenever the contractions came and DH tried to help by rubbing my waist, na so I go begin quarrel the man sey en hand too hot. In fact, nothing he did was good enough o (poor man). At some point he got frustrated and stood up to leave the room but I warned him sternly not to dare it.
No be person tell am to pipe low o. Fast forward to 16 hours (yes, sixteen hours) later, DH no fit endure again. Na so the man just burst begin cry, na en the midwife tell am sey abeg make en go outside. 20 (twenty) hours into labour, DH begin shout, sey abeg make dem tear my belle comot the pikin make I nor die. As they called him to draw his blood in case I needed transfusion, this man burst into anoda round of serious crying o.
I believe sey devil just wan torture am dat day. He started telling the doctor and nurses to beg me on his behalf because his marriage was over. Haa, see confusion o as dem dey try understand wetin DH dey talk. When they finally calmed him down, he called the doctor aside and confessed that when the nurse asked him to leave the labour room, as he got in the car, he saw this bottle of Red Label and, out of frustration, drank up its contents.
Then he went on to tell the doctor how I had threatened to divorce him if alcohol was found in his blood on delivery day.
Before he could properly finish his confession however, the midwife announced that I was fully dilated and ready to push. As soon as the baby came, na anoda round of crying o. DH just hugged me tight and cried and cried and kept professing how much he loves me and would never hurt me!
I guess he was just relieved that I wouldn't have to divorce him after all.
To this day, the doctor, who has become a close family friend, still taunts him about that day. Did I mention that our daughter is a great dancer
(she must've been practicing all those while DH and I went clubbing. Lol).
I am still laughing..too funny!Good that you skipped the contraction drama and concentrated on other things.Please those sending in their stories should follow this format cos it looks like we are scaring some first time pregnant BV's which is not the intention.