In His time He makes all things beautiful…..
I have always wanted to have children. One that I could call my own. My very own mini me. However, I did not have plans of having kids immediately after marriage, but guess what God had other plans for me.
Before marriage, I had a small procedure done because I was diagnosed with PCOS which can also affect fertility. Hubby and I spoke about children and decided that if 3 years into marriage we don’t have one of our own, we would adopt. Now let’s go back to December 2013, when I was a newlywed, all bubbly and excited about my new life with my life partner.
As a consultant with an audit firm, I was constantly on the move. Heck, I would even be in 3 different regions of Ghana within the space of a week, most of which were via road. On one of my trips (about 6 months after marriage) far away from home, somewhere in the western region, I fell ill and thought it was malaria. A colleague asked me to do a pregnancy test which turned out positive. I was excited and scared at the same time. But then the unfortunate happened. I lost the baby just when I got to Accra to announce to my hubby. I was devastated. To this day, I still haven’t forgiven myself because I felt I stressed myself too much.
Fast forward to a few months after that, I got pregnant again. Once again, I lost it. SIGH!!! This time, I was scared. I took to prayer (not to say I hadn’t been praying before that). Eventually, I got pregnant the third time in April 2015. My sister recommended this life changing book; Supernatural Childbirth by Jackie Mize . It helped build my faith significantly…
Baby no 1…
I was diagnosed with Placenta Previa, which is a condition where the placenta lies low in the uterus and partially or completely covers the cervix. The placenta may separate from the uterine wall as the cervix begins to dilate (open) during labor. It was diagnosed about 8 weeks into baby no 1(my third pregnancy). I prayed about it and told God I couldn’t deal with this and my job. After sometime, the doctor said it had disappeared. Misdiagnosis or a miracle? hmm. I was elated to say the least.
Fast-forward to 25 weeks. I had just prepared breakfast and was getting dressed for church and all of a sudden I felt something cold running down my thighs. BLOOD!! My first reaction was to smile as I quickly told God to take control. Hubby on the other hand was scared!! I even laughed and he couldn’t understand how I could laugh in my situation. I told him it was out of my control.
He rushed me to the nearest hospital and the doctor said if the bleeding did not cease by evening that day, they would have to take the baby out. I smiled at him and said no way, by evening the bleeding reduced. The doctor decided to wait till morning to make a decision after the scan. Next morning, I was much better though the bleeding was still there. The scan also showed that everything was alright, the doctor however, suggested that I be on bed rest in the hospital till I delivered. Due to my dislike for hospitals, I managed to convince the doctor to allow me to go home promising not to lift a thing but lay in bed as recommended.
I was discharged on the 3rd day when the bleeding had completely stopped. I committed my unborn baby to God in prayer and asked that He keeps her safe till the right delivery time.
A few days after my 33rd week I started having some discomfort, more like irregular cramps. I however presumed it was Braxton hicks (contractions that occur before real labour) and it was. At 34 weeks, I felt the discomfort again and I knew it had to be labour because I started seeing spots of blood this time with mucus. Hubby rushed me to the hospital only for the midwife to rubbish my symptoms because I was nowhere near my due date. We stayed in the hospital the whole day, the doctor just gave me some drugs and we left. I found myself back at the hospital at midnight and I knew it was the real deal this time. My doctor however looked upset since he had been woken up to attend to me but decided that after all the scans and examination he would check what was going on down there. Lo and behold, I was 2 cm dilated, I WAS RIGHT!!!
I just kept praying to God to give me a healthy baby, one without blemish though I had her pre term. I told my baby’s God father that by 12 pm I should have delivered but asked God to let me deliver by 11:45am. I said “God you know that I cannot endure this till whenever”. Come to think of it, I should have said 1 am because the pain was something else. God being so good, I had my Aseye (My Praise) at exactly 11:45pm on 14th November. Now do you see the power of the tongue? We should learn to speak and believe things into existence. Nothing, absolutely nothing is impossible with God as long as you have faith.
Baby no2 wasn’t a walk in the park either. I had the same morning sickness if not worse that lasted throughout the pregnancy. I prayed to God for a boy and 2 weeks before I even knew I was pregnant I dreamt I had delivered a boy at home. I kept telling my husband if he wasn’t careful I would deliver at home.
At 38weeks just when I was winding down to sleep, my water broke. We (Hubby, my twin sister and I) got to the hospital at exactly 12:30am and walked in like nothing was going on. The nurse was surprised when I said my water broke. She quickly wheeled me into the consulting room and I was referred to the labour ward.
PS – I didn’t go to the same hospital I had my first baby because they soaked my Aseye in water which caused an ear infection at 1 week old ..SMH
A CTG was strapped on my belly to monitor the baby’s heartbeat and my contractions while I lay down calmly trying to take things easy. I immediately felt a sharp pain, I asked hubby to pray with me because the pain could kill me. At first, the nurses did not say a word then they placed the monitor on me. They later confessed that they couldn’t really hear the baby’s heart beat initially but the second time they finally heard it. Eiii the devil is a liar!!!
My hubby asked if I could get some pain killers but I never got it. The nurse told my hubby to go home and come back in 4 hours and that if I was ready to push, he would be called which was likely supposed to be in the next 8 hours. In my head I said it wouldn’t happen, but hubby was tired so I asked him to go and get some rest. After he left, the pain got worse and I could barely breathe through the contractions. I kept praying and singing praises as I looked at my watch. It was 12:50am. I told God that by 1: 25am, I should have delivered.
At 1:15am, a nurse came in to do a routine check and called the nurse in charge. They started setting up and before I could utter a word I was asked to push my baby out. In the process, I heard one nurse saying the cord was tied around his neck. At exactly 1:25 am on 20th November my “Nadem” (which means continually deliver me) had dropped just like I told my Maker. My husband wasn’t amused he missed the birth, he thought it was a joke when I informed him. All the same, we were both happy I had a safe delivery. So in the space of 50 minutes, everything was over.
I just want to encourage all women out there, that there is nothing too hard for God. Not just about pregnancy but life in general.
Involve God + Work Hard at it +Stay positive