I was told I be­came a gram­mar­ian dur­ing labour

— Ade­fioye

The Punch - - FAMILY -

I had to deal with dif­fer­ent psy­cho­log­i­cal is­sues. Some said the child’s pla­centa is not where it should be while oth­ers said the baby wasn’t where he should be too. But I told them it wasn’t my por­tion. I then took their ob­ser­va­tions to God. I started se­ri­ous prayer. I started at­tend­ing sev­eral pro­grammes to make sure I avert the evil prophecy.

As ex­pected, I stated hav­ing night­mares although I didn’t let that dis­turb me. I told my­self no harm shall come to me and my child. I thank God I was de­liv­ered of a bounc­ing baby boy.

I was also told he was sit­ting down. I was scared when I heard that as an ex­pec­tant mother. But I held onto God and He didn’t let me down.

My mother was very sup­port­ive while I was preg­nant. There were things I could do by my­self but she in­sisted do­ing them for me. I was only do­ing the things I felt like do­ing. She was so sup­port­ive. I be­came a baby once again.

I was not okay. I was al­ways spit­ting. It got to a point I had a pri­vate can for spit­tle. How my hus­band coped dur­ing those months is re­ally sur­pris­ing to me. At times, he would help me dis­pose it of the next day. Dur­ing the pe­riod, he was calmer and gen­tler. The mo­ment I was de­liv­ered of my son, I started giv­ing thanks to God. This is be­cause based on the long hours of labour, I thought I would be op­er­ated.

Yes, at a point in time, I was al­ready tired and frus­trated. I was al­ways weak and sick. I al­most be­came a li­a­bil­ity. There were in­stances I would fin­ish cook­ing and lose ap­petite. But I gath­ered strength from the per­pet­ual love of my hus­band and from my mother’s con­tin­u­ous sup­port. What I car­ried in my womb is no longer preg­nancy; it is now a child. I give God all the glory.

It hasn’t been easy. Be­fore bathing the child, feed­ing him and the rest, one is ex­hausted al­ready. Yet, one has to do house chores which can’t be left for any­body. What­ever one is do­ing as a mother, when­ever one hears the cries of one’s child, one will leave it to at­tend to him or her. My baby is the most im­por­tant to me at this time. Other things can take care of them­selves. He needs at­ten­tion more than any­one or thing now. My hus­band is like Abra­ham. He is the fa­ther of all na­tions and he is highly loved. So, I owe this young boy a duty to lav­ish my love on him.

I loved rice more than any other food. It was rice that al­ways crossed my mind when I thought of eat­ing any­thing. Although mine wasn’t the ex­treme type of crav­ing where one would beg for what­ever one de­sired to eat. I was still de­cent with my crav­ing, although it can not be helped at times. There was an in­stance I saw some­one eat­ing rice. It was the nor­mal rice and she cooked it the nor­mal way. The aroma got to me and I had to meet her to ask how she cooked it. Of course, it sounded funny to her be­cause she knew she made the rice the usual way. That was how my crav­ing worked. I would ask for the way it was pre­pared and try to make mine the same way. I ate rice a lot dur­ing preg­nancy.

My sys­tem changed. I started feel­ing funny. I didn’t know it was preg­nancy at first, but I knew some­thing about me changed. I was not ex­pect­ing it at the time, so I didn’t even sus­pect it. I started sleep­ing un­con­trol­lably. I would sleep from morn­ing till night. Like­wise, I was feel­ing weak at all time and in all places. I was then ad­vised to go for a check-up. I did and it was dis­cov­ered that I was preg­nant. I then went to the clinic to regis­ter for an­te­na­tal in or­der to pre­pare fully for the process of car­ry­ing the preg­nancy and de­liv­ery. I did an­te­na­tal out of con­cern for the baby’s health since it was my first time.

I in­formed him im­me­di­ately I was sure it was preg­nancy and not ty­phoid or malaria. He was glad to hear about it. He re­as­sured me of his love for our un­born child and me. When­ever I felt like giv­ing up, that gave me more con­fi­dence.

Of course, I miss some parts of me. When I have yet got a child, I en­joyed the mo­ments with my hus­band when we would hang­out. Be­fore now, I en­joyed so­cial­is­ing. But now, that is no longer pos­si­ble. It is no longer pos­si­ble for me to lead such life­style again. There was a time I told my­self that the preg­nancy was like a shackle around my so­cial life. But no mat­ter how sweet so­cial­is­ing is, one will even­tu­ally leave it for bet­ter things like cater­ing to a child.

I ad­vise them to be very prayer­ful. In the jour­ney of preg­nancy, sciences alone can­not do it. One needs God by one’s side. If there’s any re­port that there’s a com­pli­ca­tion, I ad­vise them to stay strong and be­lieve that it is God that gives chil­dren and it’s Him that can also help them to give birth safely.

I heard many scary sto­ries that could nat­u­rally lead to mis­car­riage, but I didn’t let them af­fect me.

I was told not to bend but I dis­obeyed it. I was also told not to go out at night. I said that if my shop was far from my house, would I stop trad­ing be­cause I was preg­nant?

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