Let me share how I lost my 1st pregnancy at 24 weeks….
I got married October 2013 and got pregnant a little over a year after. Initially, it wasn’t a bother to me because we were enjoying alone time and doing a lot of traveling up until our first anniversary. That’s when people kept asking “are you pregnant?” right after wishing me a happy anniversary. Honestly, people really need to stop with these questions because conception is a very sensitive and private topic!
I started getting worried and asking if there was a problem . I even started going for prayers at Action Chapel (Morning Glory). Fortunately, in January 2015, I found out I was pregnant! Whew. I had mixed feelings though. I had so many questions.
Am I ready for a child?
Will I be a good mom?
What would labor be like?
I mean a whole lot. I begun antenatal and was given some green tablets (can’t remember the name). My sessions with my gynaecologist were strangely brief. He would ask
“How are u feeling?
“Have u started feeling the baby move yet?”
“Do you still have some of the tablets?”
No examination whatsoever. I basically spend about 5 minutes in there and I’m done.
Fast forward to May. I decided to go and have a private scan elsewhere so I could start buying a few things for delivery especially since I had not had any scan since the very first one I did to get the EDD( expected due date). This, was when I got the scare of my life! The doctor asked,
“When was your last scan?”
“When was the last time you felt the baby move?”
I was confused and scared at the same time. Then he asked when my next antenatal was. I told him it was later that week. He then asked me to go for another scan the next day at my hospital and send the result from the scan as well as his to my gynaecologist. I did as he instructed and just as I had dreaded, I was told the foetal heartbeat could not be heard. Also, from the measurement of the foetus, it looked like I had lost the baby much earlier than we found out. Note: I was 24 weeks then but the measurements showed a foetus about 19 weeks! This means, it had started rotting in there and so an emergency induction had to be done to push out the lifeless foetus😳 . Mehn, you don’t want to know the amount of pain I went through!
Spent two days in the hospital with extreme labor pains only to get a lifeless foetus out. Fortunately, the foetus came out right before I had almost given in to a c-section. The maltreatment from the nurses during this grieving period is another story altogether. (Note: this happened in a Private hospital not Public). I cried for days! The experience completely scarred me and I was even more scared to get pregnant.
All the same, six months later, I got pregnant again. Guess what? I had the best pregnancy! I had no morning sickness, no typical pregnancy symptoms, just eat, eat and sleep at my desk at work. I switched hospitals after my ordeal to a much better one. Labour day arrived. I went to work and closed. After work, at about 11 pm during my usual late night eating ( banku and tilapia light soup) my water broke. Hubby and I got dressed and went to the hospital. Got there around 12 am and told the nurse I was coming to deliver. She laughed and asked how I knew I was in labor .
I felt no pain, none at all. I was admitted and examined and that was when they realized contractions had actually begun and I had dilated about 5 cm already, and yet no pain! Hubby and I kept chatting till about 5:30 am when I started feeling sharp pains like menstrual cramps but a little painful than that. I told the midwife I had the urge to push and she kept saying
“You are not ready yet , you have only dilated about 7 cm and u need to get to 10 before you can push”.
It started getting intense and the urge to poop was even stronger. I asked the midwife to allow me lay on the delivery bed which she declined initially. After about 5 minutes, I yelled
That was when I was finally made to lay on the bed and with wide eyes the midwife exclaimed
“ His head is almost out you need one big push!”
That was how I had my first born at 6:30am that day with very short active labor. Isn’t God faithful?!
Today, I am a mother of three super active, adorable boys. A 3 year old (he’ll be 4 next month) and a 2 year old (he’ll be 3 in November) and an 8 month old. What I took away from this experience and my little advice to future moms is to trust your instincts and switch hospitals if you’re not too comfortable with your current or sense something is off. It is also important to seek a second opinion on any medical issue you might be having. You just might save yourself and your unborn child by doing that early.