The Greatest Gift can Come From The Most Painful Experience

Life at times can be a bitter-sweet experience, just like yesterday I remember collecting my test result with a big smile on the doctor's face when he said congratulations ma'dam you are three weeks gone. The joy of the news of our pregnancy was no bond.

The next nine-month journey was beautiful, I was so strong throughout without any morning sicknesses or all the drama that used to accomplish pregnancy.

I remember daydreaming about what my delivery day will be like. I could still recall telling hubby how the women in my family use to give birth once their labor started. How one of my sisters once left the house to deliver her baby and within an hour she was back home with her healthy bouncing baby boy. No form of delay at all. And how my mom delivered our last born effortlessly.

Each time I remember their stories, I always thought mine will be like them. Hmmm what do I know😊. Before my deed day, all my test results and scans came out okay, my baby's weight, fluid, my blood pressure, and every other thing was perfect.

So I thought to myself that when the time comes, I will only have to just go in there, push, and then come out with the best gift of my life.

As our day draw nearer, I couldn't just wait to have him with us, to set my eyes on him, shower him with care and love.

The 18th of September, last year can be said to be the day I knew what real pain is and the best day of my life altogether but I'm glad we made it through.

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Hubby and I left for the hospital around 1 am that day and on getting there I was told to be walking around that my baby was still far and I have a few hours to go.

By then, the pains in my waist were getting serious but still bearable until around 6 am when it was time for me to push, I noticed something was not right but could not tell as the nurses were only telling me to push that my baby was close by. But each time I tried everything seems impossible, it was as if something was on the way.

By this time I was already losing blood very fast, and my strength was going down as well. I began to fear the worst, so many what if were running through my mind.

Until I could no hold it anymore I had to voice out that I do not longer have the strength left in me to push, and a C-section should be done as I won't want to put my baby or myself at risk.

By now, I was seriously losing it, my body was getting weak, another scan was done and the test shows my baby's head and placenta were not in the right position.

It was surprising as everything has been okay before this day, so why now. The operation room was prepared as fast as they could and I went in. I knew in other for us to be fine this has to be done.

About 30 minutes later by then it was 15 minutes past 2 in the afternoon. When I started to regain consciousness, before I could even have the ability to open my eyes, the first word that came out of my mouth was,' where is my baby? with my faint voice and blurry vision one of the nurses standing beside me responded and said your baby is with your husband and immediately I could hear his voice crying from afar for the very first time.

The kind of joy in my heart on hearing his voice for the very first time, only a mother can relate. A big smile gushed out on my face and I became the happiest person on Earth🌐 that very moment.

Coincidentally, today makes it exactly four months since he blesses our home with his presence. In these past four months, caring for and nurturing him has been the best thing ever I can imagine.

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A child is a great gift, to be treasured, nurtured, and cherished and I'm grateful for having him.

The greatest gift can come from the most painful experience