Labour Room Drama 45

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Hello Stella,

I am an ardent reader of your blog and I wish to share my Labour Room drama/Testimony with you and my fellow blog visitors. It is quite lengthy but please bear with me. 

My 3rd pregnancy came with a lot of drama unlike the previous ones. From premature contractions to shortness of breath and breathing with an aid of oxygen mask to severe body pains. My stomach was very big.

On getting to 34 weeks, I woke up around 4am one thursday morning with severe pain by the right hand side of my stomach. I screamed and called my mum who was supposed to leave that morning. She came 2 days earlier just to check on me. She ran to my room to know what was happening. I started throwing up some greenish slimy liquid. My hubby wasn't around though we called him and he called his friend who lived nearby to take us to the hospital. His friend drove to our house in less than 10 minutes. I managed to take my bath and proceeded to the hospital. I kept throwing up inside the vehicle. On getting to the hospital, the doctor examined me and gave me a pain reliever to calm me down and to also determine the cause of the pain as i wasn't in labour yet. I wasn't even contracting.  

I was sent for scan and nothing was seen to be causing the pain. The pain actually came back when the pain reliever wore off. It came back stronger and I kept screaming. My mum was confused and kept praying. Even my hubby's friend couldn't help but cry. The pain was being managed with pain relievers. I went through series of scans yet nothing was seen. In order to clear all doubts, the hospital took me to another reputable ultra sound place and the result was the same. In all I went for scan 9 times between thursday and friday with the same result. The surgeon came, examined me and said he is suspecting appendicitis. He said it had to be taken off to avoid rupturing with the pregnancy. He was communicating with my hubby as he was already on his way back. Nobody told me about the planned surgery because the pregnancy also came with high blood pressure. 

By 4:45pm on Friday, hubby came to the hospital and told me about the planned surgery. At that point, i didn't know what to do. I was confused as my pregnancy was almost full term. Hubby kept calming me down telling me the things he will do for me once I put to bed. By 5pm, I was wheeled into the theatre for the surgery. I was given the injections at the back close to the spine. I was crying all through. I was hearing my mum's voice and prayers from the theater. The injections had no effect on me. Something was tied to my hand to enable them monitor my blood pressure.  The doctors kept trying to make me laugh while my blood pressure was being monitored via a screen. 

At a point, I pretended that I couldn't feel the pain anymore and the surgery commenced. Immediately I was cut open, I screamed. I heard my mother's voice shout "Blood of Jesus". The doctor's rushed and gave me one injection and I started feeling dizzy. I heard the chief surgeon murmur "Jesus". I couldn't talk because I couldn't understand what was happening to me. I don't know how long the surgery lasted but I remember the surgeon calling my name, teasing me on how he will make sure the stitches are so neat that I won't have problems wearing a bikini again. I smiled as I wondered if he has ever seen me wearing one.

When they were done, I was wheeled out to my room and a fresh set of agony started. I was told that an ovarian cyst was removed from my tummy together with the appendix. The cyst was actually the cause of the pain but how the scan couldn't detect the cyst remains a mystery till date. Due to the surgery, I couldn't lie by my side as the pain was already too much. I was lying face up and was constantly on pain relievers but even at that, the pain was so unbearable. My mum was with me all through. My younger sister and my house help was with my 2 kids. 

On Monday night, the pain became too much. At a point, the effect of the pain relievers wore off too soon. They even had to stop at some point as I had exceeded the limit for it. I had no option than to bear the pain. I cried, I screamed, I wailed. I begged for death. My mum kept trying to calm me down while praying and scolding me to stop praying for death. I didn't sleep all  through the night till around 5am. The nurses kept consoling me. Some joined my mum in prayers while some kept encouraging me. I woke up around 8am to another round of pain. I was given a pain reliever. I told my mum that I was having discharges. She confirmed it and  went and called the doctor. The doctor came and examined me too and told me that I was in labour. That Tuesday was the day I entered my 35th week. 

I asked the doctor how could I be in labour when am just 35 weeks besides how will I push the baby with fresh stitches on my stomach. His answer humbled me. He said "You can do all things through Christ that strengthens you". Another surgery was ruled out for me. But then, after the doctor spoke to me, I became strong and calm. Even when the contractions came, I didn't shout. I endured it. The doctor ruptured the water around 11am and told me to be strong. He encouraged me and told me to expect the baby around 4pm .  I was moved to the labour room. My mum sat beside me and kept praying. The nurses kept encouraging me. My strength was renewed. When the contractions come, instead of screaming, I would breathe through the mouth. My bed was opposite a  clock so I kept looking at it waiting for 4pm. 

Around 12:28pm, I felt something in between my legs and told my mum. She came to check and shouted that it is the baby's head. The nurse that was permanently stationed to my room called the matron and sent somebody to call the doctor. The nurse asked me to push and I did with all my might forgetting the stitches on my tummy. That singular long push brought out the baby and the entire placenta. The matron had to tell me to stop pushing before I  push out my intestines. Lol! All these happened in less than 2 minutes before the doctor came. The doctor was speechless when he ran upstairs and saw me. He started dancing, the nurses were clapping, my mum requested for a bottle of chilled malt. 

 I was cleaned up and wheeled to my room. My younger sister was busy calling everybody and giving details as if she was in the labour room with me. Hubby was in the office when my sister called him. The first thing he said was " I want to talk to my wife". When I spoke with him, he said " Thank you" and hung up. He called back after like 10 minutes and started praying for me. When he finished he asked me what I wanted him to get for me?  

All these while it didn't occur to me that the baby hasn't been brought to my room. After talking with hubby, I started requesting for my baby. The  nurses kept telling me that they will soon bring her. When I couldn't take it anymore, I sent my younger sister to go and check what was wrong. I became apprehensive. My sister came back and told me that she doesn't understand what they are doing. That they took the baby to one room and about 3 doctors surrounded her.

 I broke down and started crying thinking my baby was dead. I called hubby and told him. He said that the most important thing to him is that I am alive. I should calm down. I told him that he wasn't making sense and hung up. I couldn't get up from the bed yet but I kept screaming. The doctor now came and told me that the baby is alive but was kept in an incubator. He explained to me that lots of fluids blocked her lungs and they need to be drained out and spoke some medical jargon that I didn't even understand. I just told him that I will calm down when I see my baby.

 The nurses helped me get up and I was taken to where my baby was. She looked okay to me though and I asked if I could carry her. They declined and asked me to rest. They were giving her one antibiotic injection and also placed her on glucose drip I think. 

By Friday I was okay and asked to go but that my baby would  remain in the hospital. I felt bad about it but then I had no choice. We left Friday night for the house. By 6am on Saturday , i forced hubby to drive me back to the hospital. I was told that my baby kept crying at night. I was asked to breastfeed her. But she couldn't suck well as she was busy sleeping. I stayed at the hospital till 9pm and went back home empty handed. By Sunday  morning, I went back to the hospital. After the paediatrician checked my baby, he certified her fit to go home. We took her home that day and my joy was full. Hubby bought me a new SUV as the super woman that I is now lol! 

 My baby turned one this month. The memories are still fresh in my mind and I can't stop thanking God. 

He is wonderful! He is a miracle worker! He made the impossible possible. This is my Testimony! 

Please the attached pictures are for your eyes only. The group picture was taken during  our recent vacation and that is my prayer warrior mum! (Please pardon me my blog visitors.)

Lastly, I want to sow a seed of N50,000. Please help me beg our very own BBC to choose the people that qualify for the giveaway and mail me their account numbers. 

BV Ada ****

WOOOOOOOOW...You and your mum look like twins!!!...your kids are so fine!...wow.

Beautiful family....Congrats.

Sending you two account numbers as soon as we go through the folder.

BBC please check,we have so many names in the folder instead of asking again and same people go and manufacture more lies...lol

Madam please to be sure i didnt delete your email,please mail me again....kisses to your mum.