Omugwo Chronicles -38

Na wah!

I didn't think much about it when I got pregnant and discovered that i was having twins. (Twins plenty for my family). I bought clothes and other things expecting a smooth delivery. Fast forward to the day I put to bed. I had a prolonged labour and finally opted for CS when my yansh wan tear. 

My elders sisters stayed with me in the hospital till my mother came the next day. She took over. Even at her age, she washed and cleaned me for the one week I spent in the hospital because I was so sick and weak after all the pushing. I became so depressed as the babies were always crying, especially my son. 

My mother told me not to worry and handled them well. My breast milk did not flow and I was amazed and overwhelmed by the tins of NAN formula they consumed in a matter of days. My husband had just lost his job so sometimes we would look at each other and start crying because literally we were scared of the future.

My mother even paid part of the hospital bills. We went home and she ensured that I was comfortable and she also handled the twins well. She had to leave after two weeks and reality dawned on me. I couldn't cope with the heinous task of washing bottles, changing dozens of diapers and soothing two babies crying at the same time. My mother in law did not even call talk less of coming. 

A lady from my church stood by me and made sure she cooked, cleaned  and helped out with washing. My elder sisters came once in a while because they stay so far away and they also had little children to take care of. After a month and my BP had risen to the highest ever, we decided it was best I move to my sis in law's place. I got there and my sis in law was wonderful. She had arranged with a church member and they took turns bathing and taking care of the babies. I was able to rest but the only problem was that hunger wan kill me. 

She was struggling and could only afford to cook once a day. I ate biscuits and tea everyday. I would have bought foodstuffs but she is this kind of person that sometimes reads meaning into simple gestures.

I had to call my husband to come and pick us up after three weeks of enduring.

 I had regained my strength by then and jumped into the Iya Ibeji mode like a pro. I started bathing them, programmed their feeding, cleaned my own house, got a washing machine and cooked anything I liked. 

They started daycare at two months because I had to return to work. my husband and i managed well. (He is an amazing father). 

They will be four years soon. I love twins but seriously I don't pray to have anymore twins. They are good children and I thank God for their lives everyday. 

My mum still comes once a month to check us. She can't do much like before, but the twins love the grandma.

Na waaaaah.....I wonder what those who have more than two go through.We never really get to hear all these kinda stories,we just see them with babies smiling and go awwwwww'' she is so lucky''

Congrats for weathering the storm of motherhood....you said you dont want twins again?The one might be Octoplets oh..LMAO