My daughter is 3 weeks now, and she’s just a darling. She is the most peaceful baby ever! I just Praise God! Well, let me tell you the events that led to her birth.
30th December- I woke up and saw my show, tried not to get too excited because for my first child I had my show 2 weeks before I went into labour. Anyway, I decided not to go to church, mainly because I was tired of people asking me why the baby hadn’t come yet (my E.D.D. was 23rd Dec).
Later that day, I felt some tightening of my tummy, but it was very irregular so I decided to go for a walk, and visited a friend. At about midnight the tightening (contractions) were like 15 minutes apart so I woke my husband up.. “Its time”.
We got to the hospital 30 minutes later and when I told the receptionist I was in labour she just laughed and said “if na so labour be I claim it”. When a doctor examined me she was surprised to see I was 5cm and in active labour.. “madam you must have a high threshold for pain”. I told her I didn’t, it was just by Gods grace that I wasn’t in pain.
I had told my mum I was in labour but didn’t expect her to show up. Anyway, because she had been there for my last birth (which lasted all of 30 minutes) she thought this one was taking to long and at 3 am when I was 8cm she urged the doctor to give me pitocin to speed up the labour. Through all this, I was watching some movie with Chioma Chukwuka. Ladies that pitocin is something… I went from almost no pain to some crazy pain in 1 minute. It wasn’t funny oh! (though I still managed to watch the movie between contractions lol!).
About an hour later at 4 am, I told the doctor I felt like pushing, it wasn’t true though I was just tired of the pain. Anyway after some feeble attempts at pushing I told my doctor to get a vacuum extractor and on the 31st of December 4:50 am my daughter was born!
It may not have been as easy as my other births but it wasn’t bad! When they took her out to weigh her and all none of us knew whether it was a boy or girl. I had been told by 2 doctors that I was having a boy so we were expecting a boy but hoping for a girl.
My mum asked the doctor with hope “boy or girl?”, he asked her to go and ask the paediatric nurses (naija!). She came back to the labour room screaming. It’s a girl! It’s a girl! She ran and hugged my husband. I smiled because deep inside I had felt it was a girl but didn’t want to get my hopes up.
This was my first birth in naija, and though it wasn’t anything like a US hospital, it was great.