Mine is a story with a twist. Let me tell you my Omugwo story where i was the one that went to do Omugwo for my sister in law.
Our mums are late and it was her first pregnancy. She is the wife of my eldest brother although she is much younger than i am. I am an introvert and l don't talk much. I don't know the spirit that made me offer. I have 2 boys with the youngest being 6 years old. My husband kept asking me if i was okay and if i could stomach any insult just in case but i remembered how vulnerable i felt the first time so i stuck to my guns and insisted.
Around 2am on a Sunday, my brother called me that her water had broken and that i should come to the hospital. Ghen ghen, action film don start. I quickly packed my bag of foodstuff and other things and drove to the hospital. Only the husband was allowed in the labour ward so i stayed outside praying and kabashing that she pulled through. Baby was born around 1am the next day. I went to the nurse to watch her bath the baby so i could refresh my mind. She was discharged same day and i went to her house.
She was just a little devil. I regretted everyday i spent in that house. I am 30 years old and she is 19 years old but she was ordering me around like i was her househelp. I cleaned, cooked, bathed the baby (all these were not a problem as i felt omugwo is to let the mother rest).
It was the ordering about and insults that got to me. Nothing was to her satisfaction. She complained of everything. What i cooked, how i cooked, food i ate, how i held the baby, etc. She never listened to advice as she believed that she knew it all but if i asked her to take over, she would start feigning weakness. We never gisted as it always turned to avenue for complaints. I never heard thanks for once.
After 2 weeks, i looked at myself and gave myself brain. I am a manager in a big company, i have a househelp at home that does the daily cleaning, what am i doing here with this small girl? I told my brother that it was time to go and he started begging me. That he understands how i feel (I never mentioned any of these to him but he could see and hear her sometimes).
I insisted that i had to go back to my husband that she can now cope. He bought so many things for me that weekend. You won't believe that my SIL COLLECTED all that he bought right in front of her husband and said i am comfortable and don't need them. I smiled and thanked him for everything and left for my house.
My brother and his wife came the next day, she knelt down and thanked me for all my help and offered me a big envelop. I refused it and told her to call on me anytime she needed help with her baby. I was just relieved that the whole thing was over. I will NEVER ever do that for anyone again. My daughters in law will have to come to my house if they need me because i cannot go through such humiliation again.
My husband has been petting me since then and my brother goes out of his way to do favours for me.
Her baby is about 2 months now and she has been using style to ask me to come by but i told her that i cannot get leave from my office again. Let us appreciate what our mums or MILS do for us, it is not easy at all.