Today A month ago I was gifted a very beautiful gift and I call him the master piece of God....
The journey
About july 2019 I wanted a baby so badly and I would always cry to my husband if that month I couldn't concieve, my husband will always say don't doubt God our baby will come not minding i had other kids I just wanted one more to close the chapter of child bearing, then in november I realized I was just being lazy, eating what I prepared was a big problem, I will sleep almost immediately after eating, then I decided to get the pregnancy test kit, then voila it was positive.... I just couldn't contain my joy I guided my step jealousy, I became a fresh baby to my husband, he did practically everything for me.... I Love you hun ❤....
The Accident
Second month in my second trimester I was on a bike with my husband to visit a friend who had lost her dad, on our way back we had a crash and the handle bar of the bike hit my abdomen so bad my husband rushed to lift me up, checked for fracture, asked if I was OK, I couldn't tell him I was not OK because he will panic, so we left the scene and went home, he asked me to rest and gave me a pain killer....
The Pain
Months after my stomach was protruding and the pain on my right thigh would not go, the weight of the baby rested on the leg, I would walk short distance and the pain would start all over again, and when I call my nurse she would say don't stress the leg much its the weight of the baby, sometimes I would just lay on the bed and not do anything, sometimes my husband will say just relax tell me what you want and I will do it for you I continued like that till I was due.....
My experience
The pandemic was out so I told my husband I wanted to give birth in the house in a familiar atmosphere, where I can get all the love I needed to push, my husband wanted the hospital, I used the pandemic as an excuse because I wanted a whole new experience since it was going to be the birthing of our last child... So he agreed, need I say I am a strong woman....I went into labor on Thursday the 7th of August, my husband wanted me to call my matron almost immediately but I declined I told him I was going to call her when it was time, he was scared it was written allover him, so I had to call the matron, it was the first time I was using a personal matron so I taught she couldn't just be wrong, but I was wrong, I was in pains and waiting for the membrane to break, I was tested a million times, she was dipping her hand into my open cervix at interval of 10 minutes, my husband couldn't stand me being in so much pain, he would ask me questions looking for signs or clue to see if I had enough strength, my mum was worried, so was my dad. Three days after I hadn't put to bed, I was asked to run, walk all manner of ill things a pregnant woman in labor shouldn't do, the straw that broke the camels back was when the matron asked me to jump, that was when my husband couldn't take it anymore, he asked them to leave and immediately he called for a replacement from the hospital and in less than 20mins her replacement was there, she just asked me to relax and she induced me and in less than two hours my baby gave the first cry.... I smiled knowing well I made it.. My husband and family couldn't contain their joy and today my baby is a month old.... I introduce to you, my little prince charming.... Master Jason
