Labour Room Drama With A Dramatic Twist...

Oh my goodness!!!

Hi Stella and BVs, I have been looking forward to writing in on my recent experience in the labour room. I wrote in for my first baby,this is for my second who I gave birth to weeks ago.

In August 2021,I discovered I was expecting after a missed period. I had mixed feelings after using the PT strip. 

The pregnancy journey was smooth, with no morning sickness asides the nauseous feeling and metallic taste in the tongue. I decided I was going to take my time before I registered for the antenatal classes as I was a little experienced from my first.

In January I registered with the hospital I had my first baby in, though it was under renovation and husbandman wasn't forthcoming in us finding a second option, I silently prayed I won't give birth there.

 Meanwhile, hubby was giving me so much emotional stress with this pregnancy following his cheating lifestyle. The day I found out I was pregnant, his side chic sent him a message that she was pregnant and he should stop avoiding her. I was heartbroken. 

Given all these, I told him I was considering going back to my parents house to birth my baby but he said I was being unsubmissive for considering it.

I was so stressed with this pregnancy particularly during the December celebrations as I worked myself to the bones cooking without any form of support from his family as we were staying with them.

In March, he hit me. Slapping me severally and lied that I beat him to my parents and my father ordered him to let me come back home so he could see me. Hubby said that will be the end of the marriage if I stepped out but I didn't listen to him and travelled with my boy at 7months .

I started antenatal classes in a Government hospital at my parents' state of residence and all my vitals were taken and monitored. I enjoyed unconditional pampering and love from my family especially my Mom, that woman is an Angel.

Fast forward to ending of April, I was sent for my last scan, it showed late May as my EDD, so I was expectant that this time I wouldn't have need for a C-section like my first as my BP was monitored religiously and I felt fantastically ok.

On 10th May being my normal antenatal day, the doctor noted my BP was high at 160/100 and told me to go pack my bags in preparation for a C-section in the next two days as I was already 38weeks plus gone. I called my mom, told her. She calmed me down and told me that whatever God willed was what would happen.

We checked in the next day,11th,after all the necessary registrations I was admitted. I was shaved and given my hospital gown and cap. My mom slept at the hospital with me and at about 8pm I stopped eating.

12th morning, I had already bathed and was waiting to be wheeled to the theater,a nurse came in checked my BP and temperature, baby's heartbeat too.

 The catheter was inserted and I wore my gown and cap,soon hours passed I wasn't been wheeled out yet,I asked the nurse what the problem was she said I wasn't properly booked so it's delaying everything and I should pray I would still be operated on.

 Hmmm, I was getting anxious and worried because I did all I was supposed to do to the best of my knowledge. I prayed silently to God to take control. My parents were already panicking. They put a call across to family friend who is a nurse in the same hospital and God used her to organise a team that were ready to operate on me.

By past 12noon,I was wheeled to the theatre. The spinal injections were administered(this was painful). I was apprehensive of the surgery proper because when I had my first baby, the anesthesia didn't set in early so I felt when my stomach was sliced open.

So I voiced out my fears to that anesthesia nurse and she assured me I wouldn't feel the pain. True to her words, soon I was numb from waist down but I was aware of my surroundings. The nurses kept engaging me in conversations so that I wouldn't sleep off as my eyes were drowsy.

 In 15 minutes, my princess was brought out weighing 3kg,she was shown to me to identify her sex, then cleaned up and taken to the ward.

I was stitched back up and wheeled to the recovery room then rigor mortis set in.

 I shook like I was going to have a seizure, there was a little panic as my BP shot up to 210/160,no pulse. 

My sister with me was frantic!

 Some injections were administered in my lap and I was wheeled to the ward, soon I began to feel warm and the rigors stopped. I was so scared I would die.

The recovery was ,faster than when I had my first baby. By the next day I was able to stand and sit and by the 2nd day,I started taking pap and by evening, pepper soup.

 My mom cleaned me up every morning and cleaned the baby too, infact I can't quantify her care to me. The plaster covering the incision site was removed and the doctor noted the site was clean and told my mom how she would be dressing the site every day.

We were discharged after 5days and we are home now, growing in good health.

 Husband man and his family haven't called since the day I left their house till this very moment. Heard he is threatening fire and brimstone that he wasn't told I had put to bed but at this point, I am eternally grateful for the family support system I have. I couldn't have done it without God and them by my side.

*Wow, so many angles to this your Labour room drama.... So does this mean the end of your Marriage? Has the side chic put to bed too?

Your narrative made me remember when i went under the knife also, I felt the knife slicing and i felt when the baby was pulled out...No pain but horrible feeling...

Congrat on your new baby, please focus on your health, that your BP ish is scary.