Labour Room Drama 224

So long a Labour room drama....

Dear Stella,


Top of the day to you and the entire SDK Family. I am a recent and addicted fan of your blog, i stumbled on your blog in 2014 although i just read daily and laugh, i never comment tho. I couldnt comprehend what IHN section was for until recently as i wondered how it usually gets one of the highest comments. I enjoyed the WNB, LRD series and your chronicles always had a lesson with it especially your red pen. Welldone and keep doing good, God bless your good efforts and God help me too because i am still struggling with self discovery. 

Pls pardon my epistle or any typo errors, i hope you find my story interesting enough to post.


To the main matter, I thought of sending my "how we met story" which is quite a story, or my WNB which was far from cool. I settled for this LRD as its a form of testimony in itself and i give all glory to God for the privilege of motherhood and this platform to share my story.


I got married to my hubby and the wedding night was almost a disaster as the doors to paradise were tightly shut. Yeah, we may not be the real mvps but we tried to keep the cookie intact....lolz. The learner in us forgot to get a lube as we either forgot or thought the natural was enough to break the yoke......ahhahahaha. Dear hubby couldnt afford a carry over because he was to resume to work in 2 days , so he tried every tactics and i ended up wit a Bruise. That experience almost marred my marriage as i never looked forward to the next time, as in, that wasnt my dream about s#x in marriage.... Well, we are pros now (covers face)


Due to this, i thought i should get pregnant immediately only for my period to keep showing up month after month. I was angry and confused, i kept on downloading different period apps, worrying and praying about it (even downloaded the prayer points for those TTC coupled with my personal confession, just acting in faith). After the fourth month, i angrily deleted all the apps on my phone, and i let go, I told God to do his best while i planned myself and observed my body more and kept my daily positive confessions on.

I am convinced God shows up when we really feel the lowest and surrender all to him because i conceived and didnt remember my LMP dates, i had to start calculating manually till my head hurt, and it dated to the month i let Go, and allowed God take over.


40 weeks of being pregnant was fun, i enjoyed Gods grace and favour as i was so fresh and preetier, my colleagues who had babies before felt jealous. i didnt add too much weight that my usual clothes fit me till my third trimester. During the 40 weeks, i read the book on supernatural childbirth over and over again. i filled my leave form and changed the date to start on monday when friends advised that first baby may not come until after 41 or 42 weeks. well, i trusted God for 40 weeks and my baby coperated.


Dear hubby was going to work on saturday and sunday (night shift) and that friday was my last day at work, so we decided i go stay at my mums, and spend the weekend there while he picks me up on Monday morning. i went to our church on sunday, even went for a naming ceremony after church and got home in the evening. i gisted with my mum and sis and decided to take a shower around 9pm, i felt a trickle down. it wasnt urine colour, more like light red. i showered but was not at rest. i called my mum and told her, she panicked, and i had to calm her down. 

To cut the long story short, i called a nurse friend who wasnt sure what i described but advised i go to the hospital....which hospital? when i am so far from my home and not with anything at all. i consulted our best friend....GOOGLE, and my fears were confirmed. I called my hubby, and he said, dont worry, you wont give birth at home, not tonight. By 11pm, the real deal had started, i was contracting every 4 mins by my timing and the intervals just as described on google. i just kept praying and telling my baby, please hang on till day break, please be fine. i prayed all through the night, i couldnt sleep one second.


By 4am, my mum was up, i went to shower, wanted to wear a jean, my mum screamed, where are you wearing jeans to?, please wear this iro and buba, i was like......whats that, am i sick ni? I managed to scrub a lil and wore leggings and a top. My Big brother (our daddy) was going to work in Apapa, i couldnt allow him take me to our hospital over an hour drive to deliver and head for work, what kind of journey was that? 

I considered going to his own family hospital, but that was knocked out. I summoned courage, told him to get me a taxi, all the taxi men were still sleeping or gave an unreasonable price, no uber will work that early....at this point i told him we would use the bus. My mum was dumbfounded, but i kept at it. we saw a small bus with no one yet still calling for passengers. I paid for full bus,and off we went (mum and i),my Bro to work...ahahahaahah. FIrst mile was crossed, then we took another bus, this time, people were already out. Meanwhile, my hubby left work, about same time, headed home straight to pick my bag and join us at the hosiptal. To be candid, God was faithful,we got to the hospital past 7 am with my hubby waiting with my bag( Thank God it was all packed before). i was checked in and confirmed 6 cm dilated. my water was fully broken by the nurse that did the membrane sweep thing (not a nice stuff) and my sweet story almost changed......


For whatever reasons, i was placed on a drip to speed up my dialation which hurt my back i cried so much. it was the second most painful thing i experienced BUT i wa 10 cm in an hour. To worsen it, i didnt know what to do when asked to push.....to the nurses, i wasnt trying. The doctor came in and said i had exhausted my energy while crying from the labour pains. He advised i calm down, which helped. after several attempts, i guess i was cut, after which another nurse touched my stomach and realised it was not hard. she started massaging it, which made me feel a strong urge to push. By the second trial, my baby came out.....all i heard was her crying,and i was like Thank you jesus, i am free, but alas, i was not. I was still there over an hour after the placenta came out (My mum Was so worried). the male doctor sew every ligaments and tendons in my muscle if there was anything like that....i meant, he sewed me up i almost died. It was a pain second to none( no injections to numb me). He kept on saying...madam, it is because of your husband ooo, and i'm like....doctor, leave it like that, whats your own there....i kept on and on ranting in pain but he didnt stop till he was satisfied.


The first one month postpartum was not me, i could barely walk or sit up well, some people even thought i was pretending. i was'nt too happy even when i knew i was grateful to God for my baby and family. I was happy that i had so much people in my house helping me out yet i was'nt happy they only needed me to sleep and eat just to breastfeed their grandchild or niece (i felt useless, i'm not used to having many people around me doing things for me). My mum and mum in law were so helpful, but i was angry that my hubby left me to them and enjoyed his freedom while i was stuck at home for weeks (i never went out till like 5th week). Let me put here that, i feel what people tag as depression may be just a dark hole or small sad situation or lack of self love that got out of control due to lack of love from others or someone to talk to (depression should be something deeper or worse than that). Thank God i was already aware of baby blues and depression, i overcame it by writing so much. i wrote so many stuffs i ended up trashing them when i felt better because they were too sad and unfair to read.


By 6 weeks p-p, all the stitches were almost gone except for a skin tissue that refused to heal up, it eventually did at about 8 weeks with much prayers to allay my fears. hubby was already giving me attitude and saying stuffs about being deprived, i told him to come and inspect me, he refused until i forced him to check ...he was shook(lolz). well, i had to initiate sex by 12 weeks before i took him for granted, and we keep getting better and better. Did i say that everyone that came to help left after 1 month, i was all alone with my baby, i learnt to bath her and manage my time(funny how i missed and needed at least one person to help me). Thank God for maternity leave which i combined with my annual leave plus my correct baby that came on the first day of my leave, so no day Was wasted.....My colleagues still wonder how i did it, and i'm like...... Na you be God, Almighty God, You no be man oh, You no be man ooo, Na ra ekele, na ra otuto, ome Mma , Nanị Gị ka m ga efe........(i be yoruba geh dat likes igbo songs ooo...lolz)



I hope i didnt bother you all much with my long story, please bear with me. my baby's pics is attached for your eyes only like others have done(lol)....i say a heartfelt prayer to all those TTC (i have some great friends TTC too) that My God Will overshadow you with the power to conceive naturally, and it will happen speedily for none shall be barren in our land, and Your vine shall not cast its fruits before its time, don't stop believing and trusting God, don't stop confessing you are fruitful, you shall carry full term in Jesus name....Amen. Cheers!!!