Labour Room Drama 190

Even the strongest man becomes weak and excited when he faces the Labour room drama wifey has to go through....

So I came back from work that fateful Wednesday, madam said she wanted to eat bread and fried eggs with tea.

So after taking my bath, we decided to hit any of the two bakeries close to us for fresh bread.

Half way through our journey, she called my attention to the front of her white bum short..."Victor, come see"...pointing to a wet patch on the short..."e be like my water don break o".


Na im me sef jokingly ask am..."B, abi u don piss for ya clothe? "..

Well, we cut short our 'bread movement' and decided to head back home.

On the way back, she was still calm and playful. Not the usual pains and groans I expected from a woman who's about to go into labour, especially, as we dey watch for films na.

We got home and I proceeded to a friend's house to get his car keys so I can drive her to the hospital we registered in. I also called my smallie, Joy to come with us for assistance.


Her delivery stuff were already packed and arranged, so it wasn't difficult getting them into the waiting car. She changed into a gown and off we went.

On the road, we encountered heavy hold up on that Rumuigbo-Rumuokoro road. So on getting to that Bori Camp Gate, I asked Uche my friend to take the wheels, blow one way while I clear a path for him, cos my first child won't be born in a car...NO WAY!


We eventually crossed the junction and got to the hospital in Rumuodomanya in good time. We had already put a call through to the hospital so they were ready to receive her.


After the checks, doctor told me my boy isn't coming out that night, but the next day, so I should go back home and leave her there with Joy. I opted to stay instead.


The pains started from level one around 11pm and started increasing gradually. She was walking, sitting, standing, kneeling and writhing in pains abi cramps at the same time. I tried to calm her down by infuriating her with my cheeky comments.


The pains later subsided and I resorted to YouTube videos to keep us occupied through the night.

Fast forward to the next morning and the pains returned with a bang around 10am.

I was asked to get ready a hot plate of pepper soup for her immediately she delivers cos the end is nigh.

So I set out on my pepper soup quest. And put my elder sister to the task as well as Plan B.

As I dey road dey come back, na so Joy call me..."B don born...I dey hear pikin cries, so e be like B don born"!

Those lines hit me hard, the tears started rolling down my cheeks as I held the phone. I started crying and saying "B don born...my pikin don come...chei!"

Fellow passengers were surprised, but confused too. But one woman who was seated at the front, who perhaps understood the emotions flooding through my body did her best to explain to the bemused commuters.

I hurriedly paid the driver and jumped down. I felt the vehicle was even too slow. I needed to hold my son in my arms. Omo...you wan see run?! I borrowed Kenyan legs and Ethiopian strengths and off I went.


Got there, straight to her ward, on the bed...laid the most precious gift I've ever received...my son...Carlos Nana Yaw Victor.

I enquired about his mom, and the nurse told me she's getting cleaned up and would soon join us.

That day, Thursday, 20th July, 2017...became the most important date in my life!

*Ghanaman signing out*

Congrats Dear..Una just cover the boy with pink...lol