Hailings Madam Stells,
Here's my own story. This blog has been saving lives since God knows. Got married February 2014 didnt conceive until August same year and lost the pregnancy through the most unfortunate means, had to go for evacuation at 16 weeks. Getting pregnant again took time, then I read that post about using clomid and glucophage.
I jumped at it cos i was already getting desperate and took in the second month. Pregnancy was smooth until when my legs became swollen and heavy, made it uncomfortable to walk and the tummy sef long anyhow so driving became a task. Fast forward to week 37 during night devotion I heard hubby saying the baby can come now that we are ready.
Lol, what a prayer, I smiled where I was. Hubby then travelled at week 38 but committed me to a doctor whom I could call whenever there's anything. Came back week 39 ending no show, so we went to the Hospital following day marking the beginning of week 40. Was checked and booked for Thursday for Induction.
Thursday was central market so I pushed myself to the market to buy things for the house.
Meanwhile i had already put a call across to my sisters and they arrived that morning so we went to the market together, couldn't move, I just sat down somewhere and gave them my list. I became hungry in the market, serious hunger oo, they had to buy me rice from a food vendor in the market. Pregnancy na wah!. I got home, took the tomatoes for blending, came back, sliced the veggies, called our security guard to help sweep and mop the floor.
Time check 6:00 pm, hubby called that he's already on his way to pick me so I had to quickly Cook and eat indomie and tea. We checked my box once more then he asked me to get more wrappers, I carried only two. Got to the hospital the doctor checked me, did vagina swap then gave me 2hours, no show so they asked the nurses to give me a bed. Was there till early hours of the next day., 4:00 am they came and inserted misoprostol. Came back 7:00 am to check, no show, came back 1:00pm, no show, so they increased the dosage with a promise to come back by 6:00pm.
Meanwhile hubby will be like are you not feeling anything, I'll answer no. Couldn't eat until around 5:00pm, I managed to eat little rice, after which my sisters took me and we started walking round the building, then I started climbing the stairs up and down then I noticed something dropped inside my pant I went to check and it was a thick mucor.
With that I continued again until I felt another warmt and I checked, this time it was lighter than the first one and quite much, I collected it in a tissue to show the doc.I was thereafter taken to the labour ward, checked 2cm, so they set the drip I call it pepper drip. I started vomiting, then pooing.
Then came the pain with full force. The nurses tried for me. Checked by 10pm still 2cm so they now ruptured the membrane (broke the water). Was in pains o till 1:00 am when i was taken to the theatre for CS. Cs was successful until I started bleeding and had to be attended to. Hospital scatter.
Woke up the evening of the following day amidst hearty cheers from my team of doctors and other patients. I now started feeding my oversized 4.8kg baby. Praise be to God, today makes it exactly 9 months and i Have been minding my business where hubby is, i nor fit shout abeg. Sorry for the long epistle.
*minding your business as per business in the ''oza room''?