Memoirs of a pregnant lady
by Yinka Ayodeji
It was the 11th day of the month of September. I
woke up feeling weak but had to dress for work. On entering my client's office,
the secretary asked if all was well with me because I wasn’t looking too good.
There and then I knew something was definitely wrong with me. I immediately
took a pregnancy test on getting home, which came out positive. I thought
back and
tried to think which one ‘clicked’. Then I
figured out that it must have been the night of his birthday. It was just
too special and magical for it not to have resulted into this, months after *winks*. I
was not exactly happy about it though, as I was not ready for the second
baby. I work with a telecommunication company, working round the clock and
caring for two kids. “I don’t think I would be able to handle it just yet”, I
thought. My husband did a lot of talking trying to convince me on how the
pregnancy was a blessing.
The
first trimester was the most difficult for me as I had anticipated. It came along with nausea, vomiting, lack
of appetite and restlessness. Many times I missed work because i was always too
tired to get up from the bed in the morning. However, I carried on through the period with the help
of my hubby.
He did everything to ensure I was okay. Despite being a very bad cook,
he always had the right recipe for a PEPPERED Indomie. He always took me to this joint to
eat Nkwobi,
Fish and chips and pepper
soup. This was because I had this
‘funny disorder’ of being unable to eat anything I cooked.
Soon, the first trimester went by and the second
and the third which was the most exciting period, as I always felt the kicks of
my baby. The baby kicks kept me going and anxious for the D-day. My first child
began to wonder at my protruding belly. “Mom is too full”, she thought at
first. And it was so amazing that, the belly became her favorite place to lie
on. But after I explained to her that a baby inside was the reason for the
protrusion, she became so attached to it, always wanting to kiss my belly every
morning. “My baby is hungry”, she would say most of the time and would give me
whatever she was eating at the time, to give the baby.
And finally, it was the most awaited day. On the
3rd of May at about 1am, I started feeling uneasy. I stayed up till morning
doing different house chores all through to get my mind off it. At about 6am,
my hubby asked if he could drop me at the clinic I declined as I didn't want to
go too early. He left for work while I stayed at home and kept pacing about the
house. At about 1pm, and for the safety of the baby, I decided to go to the
clinic as the contraction had gotten intense.
When I got to the clinic, my doctor did a check on me and diagnosed that i was already in labor
and 4cm gone! He immediately ordered my admission. My
husband came in at about 7pm that day; we were together while my progress was
continually checked upon by my doctor.
Several hours went by and still the baby was not
forthcoming, and this raised a lot of anxiety for me and my husband. This continued into the next day and then at at 2 p.m on the 4th of May, I gave up
trying to endure the pains and opted for a Caesarian section. I was moved
into the theater at 12:30pm and at 1pm; my bundle of joy was out!
My baby Oluwatamilore Afolashade Ayodeji was
3.7kg at birth which explains why I couldn't bring her forth by myself. My pain
was erased, upon setting sight on the smiles of my angel. It was the most
wonderful feeling, being a mom of two beautiful girls and a wife to the most
wonderful man.
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Very interesting article.
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