Labour Room Drama 137

*Goose bumps*

Stellz of life..I hail thee!

I decided to send in my LRD because I'd like to share my story with my online family. 

I got pregnant with my first child after 2yrs of marriage and words could not express the joy I felt with my DH. My pregnancy was smooth and uneventful, until the 27th week when I started having oedema. 

My gynae assured me that all was well as long as I didn't have protein in my urine. My sister in-law decided to scare me by telling me that women who had uneventful pregnancies were prone to having difficult delivery and that I should make sure I pray hard and make sacrifices (at the alter of God) for safe delivery, I thanked her for her advice but inwardly rejected her statement about difficult delivery. 

When I became 38weeks pregnant, I was already tired of being heavy, coupled with pregnancy insomnia and the almighty oedema, I prayed to God to make me deliver this baby the upper week so I could rest. That same week my best friend had her baby through C.S and on visiting her, I began to cry. After all, I had gotten pregnant before her and I deserved to see my precious long awaited baby!

 Her mum comforted me and asked me to carry the new born so it would hasten labour (her belief) and I did. On the 39th week of my pregnancy, three days after my girlfriend's delivery, I was going to the market to get a few things, I decided not to use the car, so I walked down to the bus stop, met my sister in-law buying fruits there, she asked me to wait for her, only to tell me am very beautiful and don't look like a pregnant woman apart from my tummy, that she hopes am praying o, so I will deliver safely, because people that look pretty in pregnancy find it difficult to deliver safely, (inukwa?) see me see trouble o!

As she was talking to me, I felt a trickle down my legs, I thought it was sweat, but it increased and kept flowing, I listened to her tales calmly until she left. I called my husband immediately and he told me to take a cab to the hospital that he would meet me there. On getting to the hospital, I was taken to the doctors office(after necessary protocols) and asked to lay down, fingers were inserted into my privates, and I screamed, lol. 

The doctor told me I had to be induced for labour because I was only 2cm dilated and since the water had broken it wont be wise to delay, and also because my bp was high(150/100) I okayed the process and a tablet like stuff was inserted into my privates every 3hours. I didn't feel any pain and was just gisting with my DH and mum until around 5am I felt a strong kick and water mixed with blood started gushing out, geez! I screamed out of fear( I thought something had happened to my baby) coupled with pain, my mum rushed out to get the midwife, who said that the blood and water was the 'show'. Mehn, labor started almost immediately and it wasn't what I thought it would be, 

I knew it would be painful, but I just didn't know it would be this painfullllll! 

I felt like my spine was dividing into two, I was mad, I called on God, my mum, my dad, even my unborn baby to save me, for where? The pain refused to stop o,mind you I have a high tolerance for pain (or I thought I had shaa) I flung my wrapper, knelt down and began to crawl like a 7months baby, my mum was just firing prayer for me, and calling all the pastors she knew. At about 10am, I was already 9cm dilated and was wheeled into the delivery room. I was shown how to push and asked to push whenever I felt like pooing, I did exactly as I was told and pushed and pushed and pushed!

 Stella, I pushed for four hours! But the baby refused to go further than the cervix, I was given oxytocin, about four different midwives with doctor included kept taking turns in inserting their fingers, they kept saying I could deliver this baby but they don't know what the problem is, I was speaking in tongues and other languages (both known and unknown) begging the doctor to help me, the doctor was like " madam, I am trying to help you, you have to be strong" I was in so much pain that I passed out, I was immediately revived and it was decided that I would be operated on to save me and the baby, my hubby signed the documents ( with all pleasure, because he was tired and afraid) and I was shaved and wheeled into the theatre, after setting everything and putting on their surgery uniforms( don't know what its called) I suddenly felt a strong urge to poo, like I wanted to purge, I pooed/pushed and my baby slipped out, but for the timely intervention of one of the practitioners, she would have fallen!

 They started shouting what! Wonderful! This is awesome! (oyibo) I was relieved for a while before I started bleeding, hnmm, I bled for an hour, but I thank the God I serve, my Jehovah over do, that am alive to tell this story, I came out of that theatre alive and that's all that matters.

 Sometimes I catch my DH staring at me, and when I ask him why, he would say he wish he could get pregnant, and take up the task of child bearing so I won't have to go through that ordeal again, lol.

My daughter is 11weeks old and the spitting image of her dad, (upon all my suffer) I never knew I was capable of loving someone the way I love her. Thank God for life, three gbosas for all mothers and prospective mothers in 

the house!

*This is one scary story...I was shaking reading it.Congratulations but can i preach?Despite this story when you just tell us so you go soon get belle again--lol