Labour Room Drama 32 And 33

According to the DH,she went into Labour but the Doctor was nowhere to be found.......guess what he was doing?

LRD 32

The doctors gave 20th of November as my Due Date, 20th came and no sign of my "show" (learnt on the blog that it means that mucus with blood thingy) nor contraction, so I accompanied my sister to go make her hair, we came back late at night. At about 11pm, I saw the first show, I told my mum and she ask that I  sleep since the contraction hasn't started and its only the first show.

 Like an obedient 19yr old first time mum I agreed and slept. By morning, the show thickened but no sign of contraction so I ate breakfast, had my bath and left for the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, I explained to the doctor on duty. He asked that I remove my panty so he can check..."check what kwanu? Nobody told us anything about checking during antenatal oo". (Besides during antenatal they only checked my tummy and never asked that I remove my panty) He laughed and told me he needed to check how close the baby was, so I obliged; I lay and spread my legs wide open while the doctor was busy looking for God-knows-what in my 'kini'. 

When he was done, he told me I was dilated at 2cm and ask a nurse to insert a drug in my p***** then I was taken to the labour room.

As if the labour room triggered labour cos not long, I started feeling pains around my waist like the baby is trying to push its head up. Mum came in shortly and we would gist when the pain goes and when it shows up, I will stop talking, sit, stand, hold my waist, groan or just start walking around the hospital with mum following me around.

One of the nurses came to check again and said it was about 6cm or so, that they will have to put me on drip. At this point, I saw hell on earth, my whole waist was on fire. Each time I try to shout, mum will console me that if I start shouting, I might not be able to stop. Around 7pm the nurse came to check again, in the process, my water broke so I was taken to the delivery room and they sent mum away.

"Madam, don't push until I ask you to, okay? I nodded.
"Push" I tried pushing, nothing.
"You are not pushing o, you have to push to save your baby" I nodded "oya push" I pushed harder this time and something came out. (In my mind "yippeee! I did it, its not so hard after all...I did it!!!).

"Madam, what is this now? I said push the baby, you dey poopoo" the nurses started making sound like 'hmmmm' and all but I didn't just 'send' them. They cleaned the mess and we continued with our push session all to no avail. "Madam, I will have to tear you cos your 'kini' is too small for the baby's head to pass. Before I could ask "can I say no?" I was already feeling the pain of something cutting me down there. 

"Okay, pusssshhhh" with all my might, I pushed cos I couldn't bear another tear and this time my baby's head came through followed by the whole body.

One of the nurses took her away to go beat her since she didn't cry on her own and clean her up while the doctor started suturing me; another round of pains but I endured. At the end of everything, two nurses carried me to the maternity ward as I couldn't walk on my own. They mistakenly broke my baby's right arm and gave the excuse that my p***** was too small to let the baby pass but glory be to God, after about 3months of going to the physiotherapy Dept of LASUTH, the arm has been rectified, like you can never even guess that the arm was once broken and unmovable.

My daughter is going to be 5 on the 21st of November and I am grateful I decided to keep her. It hasn't been easy raising a child as a single parent but God has been super duper faithful....my parents? They are simply the best.

 Much love for Mrs. Korkus and her BVs.

Broke your baby's hand?JESUS!

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LRD 33

Reading bvs labour room drama brought back memories, hence my desire to share mine.I have four children in all(two girls and two boys), but the labour room drama of my first daughter and my last son were quite dramatic. For today I'll recount that of my last son keeping the other one for a later day. 

The 14th day of December 2009 was like any other day, yes my wife was heavily pregnant, there was no inkling that she was going to give birth the following day. In fact after the days normal hustling, I retired to my room to sleep around 9pm.(my wife and i have seperate rooms)I was however awoken by my wife caressing me around say 10:30 to 11pm there about. 

I tried protesting cause I was really stressed out,but you know women wahala if turned down (mostly if na dem initiate am) we got down to business, meanwhile for first timer's their are styles you go do oo,make you no go injure your wife and the baby abeg oo.she retired to her room thereafter, only to comeback around 1am that her body was doing her one kind.

she asked I help shave her.I had barely finished shaving her when she became so restless and almost could not move again, crying etc.I got dressed and rushed her to the hospital (the drama on the way sef na plenty egberi,if I increase speed she will demand I slow, if I slow down she will then demand I increase my speed )At the hospital, I was assisted by the security man and we took her to the delivery room. 

Two other women were in labour too,my wife making  the third person.One of the women was shouting on top of her voice and was really restless, compared to the other Lady, who though in pain's too but was calmly.meanwhile all this while, there was only one nurse attending to all three women.I complained and requested the nurse to call her other colleagues and even the doctor, this was met with a lot of insults from the nurse.

 Her exact words were'' na your wife be the first person way wan born pikin"(make God save us from nurses) I was so agitated, though I had to calm myself down.after some interval I protested again. The nurse then grudgingly told me that her partner went to collect drugs from their pharmacy upstairs. But after still not seeing any other nurse or a doctor even for more than another thirty minutes,I stormed outside the delivery room, went to the front of the hospital and was practically shouting(Niger delta we sabi draw rain)

The security man came and was trying to calm me down. All of a sudden an idea came to me to Dial the phone number's on the hospital signpost. I tried the first one, no luck,switched off.Pronto ,I dialled the second number, this time someone picked. I introduced myself and why I was calling. The person who turned out to be the owner of the hospital said it cannot be.

That a doctor is always in the clinic.I told him what the only nurse attending to the three women said. He asked for five minutes and that he will call back.

 I then went back to the delivery room, none of the women had delivered.time was around 5am.The next thing, a guy came rushing into the delivery room,trying to adjust this shirt, trouser, belt etc.behind  him was the second nurse adjusting her uniform too both panting . 

( i later found out that the docter took the nurse to gbensh upstairs)The guy who turned out to be the doctor started shouting, who called the director, I said I was the one. See waya, the guy provoke and said a lot of unprintable things. While he was on it the director called back to confirm whether I had seen the doctor, and I answered in the affirmative.

 The doctor went to my wife practically putting all his entire hand inside her vvjay.hmmmm,I was so jealous and bitter,fortunately not quite thirty minutes later, my wife delivered a bouncing baby boy.

The bad Belle continued,my son was practically thrown to one corner, wetin concern me,I jejely carried my son.while attention was on my wife, one of the other woman was marching naked,wetin my eyes see that day,Lord have Mercy. Around 10am that morning we were discharged and went home. That my son will be seven years by December 15th this year. 

wow,funny,annoying and thought provoking all at once..Doctor gbenshing nurse inside hospital when women are in labour?wow!!!