Labour Room Drama - 307

Oh Jesus!

During the lockdown I noticed a lot of people around me were pregnant and I thought they weren’t smart, I couldn’t figure out how someone could be expecting during a period of so much uncertainty. I told my siblings that I would go crazy if I ever got pregnant that period, so I was ever cautious.

P.s My first delivery was so traumatic and painful. I felt let down by God or maybe I didn’t do something right.

I got over it and I realised God is God through it all. He is God even in the valley of death.

Well I missed my period and alas I was pregnant despite all I did. I cried but with the right support I was able to look unto God for strength.

The pregnancy itself was uneventful. I breastfed my older baby throughout till the day I delivered. I had read several LRDs about women who had easy delivery so I keyed to it and was trusting God.

I started feeling strong contractions at 35 weeks and by 38 weeks I fell into labour. Every time I picked my bag to go the hospital, labour would stop. After three days of excruciating pain, I packed up and left for the hospital. 

When I got there, the first person to attend to me was quite rude. Stating that I don’t look like someone who was in labour and she didn’t want to be disturbed. I approached a doctor and I was checked, it was very painful.


Before leaving home, I had prayed that I didn’t want that specific doctor to attend to me because she showed little or no empathy to the women in labour when I had mm first and here she was with my file in her hands.

I was told, I was 2cm gone and since my contractions was very strong I was asked to stay behind. I had a worship playlist which had prepared and I started to listen and worship along, I hardly felt any pain despite having strong contractions and I was told I would be giving birth in about four hours since I was progressing fast. All the doctors were amazed and kept hailing me for not being in pain and for not shouting.

After four hours, labour stopped and I was given oxytocin , the machine that was supposed to monitor the babys heart beat stopped working, another one was brought and it stopped working too, I wasn’t bothered, a nurse came in for night duty and told the doctors she wasn’t comfortable that the baby was not being monitored, she went against orders tinkered with the machine until it was fixed, attached it and stood by me. She said she felt led to pray with me.


While she was praying I kept falling asleep, she propped me up and held my hands to pray with her. She kept checking the machine and looking out for me, she said something strange was going on that she could only hear the baby’s heart beat from a weird angle.

 She proceeded to call the doctor “I didn’t want" and they went over and beyond to find out what was wrong, called consultants and all. The babys heart beat was dropping. They all kept “chooking" their hands to check, placed me on oxygen and announced that for some strange reason despite all, the baby’s head was no longer engaged for labour, that he had retracted back, I was made to touch my lower belly and it felt strangely soft all I felt was excruciating pain in my bottom.


So they opted for cesarean section. By this time I was almost running mad with pain. I was wheeled to the theatre and one of the consultants touched my belly and said I should be taken back to the labour room that my contractions were too strong and too fast.

The doctor “I didn’t want" stood her ground and insisted I should be operated upon.

I was given anaesthesia and It all started, I kept slipping in and out of consciousness and they did everything to wake me up. When I was opened up all the doctors started shouting saying God is great. And I was shown my baby. I was told the umbilical cord was wrapped several times around his neck and he was being strangulated during labour and they miraculously found him nestling back at the base of the placenta, he had turned back to the base, any progression in labour would have killed him.

I am immensely grateful to God for sending the “doctor I didn’t want to me”. God used her greatly to save I and my baby’s life, we were pampered all through our stay and everyone kept talking about the miracle baby.

This experience taught me that the ways of God is not the ways of man. And He is still God faithful and mighty, even when things don’t go as planned.

My little boo will be six months in few days and I am grateful.

*OMG Praise GOD!!!!!