True Life Story – The Humans of ABUJA
“They were so lackadaisical about it, they didn’t even bother to check my vital signs, they just told me to go and prepare for CS. The woman told me that she doesn’t like that place and their manner of service.
I was already scared and anxiety creeped in. She took me to her family doctor’s hospital and they checked me with proper attention, I felt more relaxed there. They gave me a drug to induce labour by 12pm and we went back to the church to bring everything that I would be needing in the hospital.
We brought my things and she drove me back to the hospital around 4pm alongside her daughter that was around then. I begged her not to inform my husband of anything until I give birth. She told me it is a risk but she’s confident that nothing bad would come out of it.
Her daughter was very helpful too, she’s married with a 10month old baby but normally comes to the church because her husband isn’t around and they live close to the church. She stayed in the hospital with me while her mum went to buy the things in the hospital list.
We kept singing just songs of praise and victory, somehow my fears vanished. Her mom came back from the market around 7pm and was supposed to go back to the church but finally decided to stay back because of how I was screaming of pain.
She is such a caring mother, I didn’t even feel the absence of my biological mom. Her daughter was more than a sister, she stayed awake throughout the night massaging my waist and praying for me.
Whenever the doctor wants to check my dilation, she enters the labour room with me and holds my hand because that thing was soo painful for me. Even her baby didn’t sleep that night because of my screams.
The doctor kept coming to check me at intervals to know how far I’ve dilated and the last he checked me was by 5:55am, he said I was still at 8cm but I was feeling my baby’s head coming out already and I told him I was feeling like pooing.
He told me to go ahead and poop and that was how my baby came out by exact 6am!!! As soon as I heard my baby’s cry, tears of joy rushed down my eyes. I shaa asked the doctor if the placenta was out and he said yes…God!!! I couldn’t contain my joy, I was just crying.
I had a single tear and it was stitched, my baby boy weighed 3.7kg and while they were still cleaning him up, I was hearing the woman of God and her daughter singing happily in the waiting room.
I finally came out of the labour room on my feet unlike the previous one that I was wheeled out. I held my baby and cried uncontrollably, it felt surreal. I called my husband and told him, called my mom and siblings and told them too.
I couldn’t thank that Woman of God enough, she made sure I was okay before going home. She left her car for her daughter Incase she needs it for any errand. My husband later came and couldn’t contain his joy, I thought he was going to be pissed that I didn’t tell him when I entered labour but he wasn’t at all.
I was still scared of loosing my son, kept monitoring his heartbeat and panicking but my pastor’s daughter assured me nothing would happen to him and he has come to stay. She was happily doing all the errands, buying food and prepping them for me without complain.
My husband stayed till evening and went home, I slept there with my pastor’s daughter and the next day I was discharged. My pastor came and drove us to general hospital for BCG and from there she took me home.
She still kept coming for a week to bathe me and my baby because my mom was yet to arrive. Her daughter was also bringing me food at intervals. My husband has finally realized that his mom and siblings are not good people.
He called them to inform them that I’ve given birth and his mom told him that she is busy and would call him back. She never called him back till today, my baby is three weeks already. His siblings aren’t picking his calls either, the same people that were always calling him to ask after me.
He heard his mom has been sick from the moment he called her and mentioned that I’ve given birth. He now started narrating a lot of things about his mom and siblings and I was shocked that he knew all those things and kept associating with them.
I’m most grateful to God that he showed up for me in the most defined way, defied all odds and gave me victory, put my enemies to shame, preserved my life and that of my baby, gave me a spiritual guardian and mother plus a sister that I never had(I’m an only daughter with two single brothers).
I have nothing against CS, I would even opt for elective CS if there was need for it but my MIL making it a stereotype is what made it a challenge and God served her a very hot plate of shame and defeat.”
