I took in two months after my trad and it was hassle free. The only problem was I hated any type of sweet smell and I hated traveling by air. I banned everyone around me from using perfumes and scented creams. You either use ori or be gone!
I was a very active preggo and my "nlecha" was on another level. Hubs and I were kinda new in our state of residence so we had no idea about any good hospital. I attended antenatal in FMC but I hated it there cos the medical personnel were nonchalant. My parents and inlaws suggested I went back home to Abuja to have my baby since they both live there.
My EDD was may/June so in April, hubs and I left the east for abj. My mum's doctor suggested one specialist hospital in suleja. I declined that I didn't want to have my baby in that town but I was asked to just go there and at least see the place. I agreed and immediately fell in love with the place.
The gyno was very intelligent and dedicated. Like he was called by God to become a gynecologist. Very patient and he knew my problem before I even finished explaining. Everything was perfect until during my routine scans, he noticed my baby was in an occiput posterior position. I asked him if it was bad and he said we might resort to surgery.
I felt bad because I didn't want that kinda pain. He said some women with such cases actually give birth vaginally but that labor in this case is extremely painful. I left for home feeling sad I told my mum and the started calling our Mother of perpetual help and Divine mercy to come and help her. I didn't tell my mother in law because she's hypertensive. I did lots of squats and long walks with my mom at nights.
I was praying for the baby to turn like I saw on Google. Some even got a midwife to turn the baby for them but that site was painful for me to look at. I just told God to let his will be done. I was tired of being pregnant and my siblings were already telling me they were tired of seeing me. They wanted a new face
Na so I increase my walking distance o.
On the 22nd of may, I saw the mucus plug. Called my doctor and he said I was close. So I started all sorts of exercise since hubs had gone back to the east so we could not "tidy" and I could not bring myself to drink castor oil.
On the 24th of may i woke up and i was still dry down there despite my very intense exercise the previous night. I jst closed my eyes and told God to please bring the baby out. I wasn't even done asking I felt some trickle I just knew it was it! Ha! I screamed "mummmmmmmmmmmy"!
She didn't go to school that day (lucky me) she was like oya go and shower and come and eat something.
Me: no o. I'm going right away. Lemme go and born biko.
I agreed with my sis that she'll do my makeup that I wanted to slay in the labor room. My sister came out and was like oya let's make up naw I just told her abeg bring my tight and rubber band I'll pack my hair in the car. I told my dad to start the car let's be going o.
I no even baff sef I just brushed. I called the doctor and he was so calm. Ha! I told him I'm coming to have my baby o abi you are not ready ni. This one you are sounding like this. He just giggled and said you can come. I got there and told the receptionist to take my card in immediately that it was an emergency. Meanwhile my mum didn't even come with us o.
She said let her be washing clothes that she'll come very soon.
Me: I'd have had my baby before you come sef. She just smiled.
When I saw the doctor, I was like oya let's go to the labor room. He was just there trying to bring up gist. Long story short, misoprostol was inserted into my vajajay to ripen my cervix and then I was moved to the private ward I had booked earlier. I thought I was going to have my baby there. Later they administered pictocin IV.
My people, na there I begin see all my village witches.
Meanwhile, I didn't call hubs o. I wanted to surprise him. Hmmmmm! Matron came in and said I'll have my baby by 4pm or there about. I screamed but its just 8am naw!
My mum came with my sisters I was screaming the hospital down. Even patients with pop came to say sorry because at some point I told them to open the door. Mehn! I was in painful labour for 15 hours. My mum was beside me praying all the rosary there is in the Catholic Church. My dad and sibs went to church to do divine mercy prayer for me. I couldn't cry cos of my mum... Shez avery emotional person. I just kept screaming.
At some point I told her I was tired. She knelt down and started begging me to please hold on a little more. Long story short, we did the C-section and my baby came out looking like I just gave birth to his father. The after effects of the labor took a toll on me I couldnt even carry my son until the 3rd day. I couldn't eat anything after the surgery because I no fit mess.
Hubs teased me because he calls me the chairlady of messers club. My siblings couldn't believe that messing which was my second hobby, had become a herculean task for me. I was finally allowed to take only lipton after they had listened to my bowel movements. The day I messed ehn! I called everybody in the world to share my miracle.
My son is 9 months now and I just thank God for everything. Pictures for your eyes only.
*Tis your story is so sweet.Your baby is so cute,I WANT HIM!....
Infact very lovely family.you thought labour was moin moin right?lol