Yes! Three good solid years of been a MOTHER! This is to reminisence on how my journey has been since June, 2021. These time three years ago, I was in labour! The pains, the agony, the trauma, the inconvenience and all, honestly, it was not easy. So as a first time mum, I discovered my discharged has changed and I alert my husband of this change, he took me to hospital for proper check up, and I was told my baby is already on the way, hence he was asked to go home and bring baby layette. It was such a journey of waiting and anxiety. I promised him he will come back to meet his child in the morning next day.
Throughout the night, it was from one pain to another, at a time, I was trying to exercise my body, walking in the hospital compound to probably hasten the arrival of my baby, at a point, it got so tensed that I couldn't stand, sit, nor sleep or lie down. No posture suits my condition at that time, and every check up states, I wasn't fully dilated.
Early the morning the next day, my husband arrived and saw me in pains, he was unhappy and I was too, that I couldn't fulfill my promise of giving birth in the middle of the night, before his arrival, he assured me of his love and pray for me. Before he left, I saw tears dropping from his eyes too. He couldn't stay due to nature of his work. Another check up I went through still stated I was not fully dilated, I was then adviced to allow the doctor to carry out ceaserian section due to the prolonged and intensed labour. I gave them my approval, my husband was then called for his approval and his consent, he signed the consent form and I was wheeled to theater.
Since my outfit has been changed to an hospital gown, I was asked to lie on a particular bed, as one of the nurses was praying, I was injected and in some seconds, I was feeling asleep which I couldn't control, dreams and anxiety comes in, and then I slept off. I didn't remember everything that happened thereafter.
I woke up in one of the wards, then I tried to remember everything that has happened and it gradually came into my remembrance of what happened some minutes back. Then, I saw my prince charming, wrapped in a shawl, looking exactly like his father, hairy and very big. I couldn't sit up or stand, I was so weak, tired and pale. And Mr can suck!
I was discharged after four days, but my abdomen where I was opened up hasn't healed up. It was always paining me. The insicional pain, inability to laugh coupled with the trauma. But thank God for an understanding husband, because postpartum depression almost crept in. Been a first time mum isn't a joke.
The most part of this journey is the first year of my baby boy, the teething stage, crawling and walking are the most challenging.
Now, my baby boy is THREE YEARS OLD! The journey hasn't be smooth, I mean I don't know how to be a mother, but God has been helping me. In time of sickness, God has healed him... GOD has been faithful.
JEDIDIAH... You're the first to call me Mum and It's your three years on earth and am grateful to ABBAH for the gift of YOU! Live on in GRACE and SPLENDOR, JAY.