I never had the fear of having C-section until I started ante-natal care, I wish I had used a hospital with tush women who know that giving birth through c-section isn’t a curse, maybe I wouldn’t have been so scared about giving birth through C-section, a fear that almost got my baby killed on his way to earth.
After the initial joy of knowing I have a child growing in me just two months after my wedding, all I wanted to do was register for antenatal care immediately, but my sister-in-law thought I should wait awhile. At the 12th week of my pregnancy, I registered at the same hospital she used because she recommended it.
My pregnancy was full of it, I was always craving sweet sweet things and at some point, a day cannot go by without me taking coke, pepsi or one soft drink. It got to a point where my husband had to tell all the people selling soft drinks in my area to stop selling to me, it was just too much. And it was a major concern for my husband.
Often times, I’d send small kids to get me soft drinks and you can often hear me beg “Brother-in-law come and buy me drinks now” in short, if you hear me begging anyone for anything be sure it has to be soft drinks.
During the 28th week of my pregnancy, I was diagnosed of gestational diabetes (unknown to me, my blood sugar levels are slightly high before pregnancy), my doctor assured me that if kept under wrap and I follow the strict nutritional guidelines he’ll give me there’d be no problem.
I felt like I was being punished, my husband wouldn’t stop reminding me of how he warned me, and that if anything happens to our baby, it will be my fault (shebi he’s never been pregnant before, so he doesn’t know how mad cravings can be). Needless to say, I was forced to stop, and started eating healthy.
Towards the 30th week of my pregnancy, the cravings got worse and I couldn’t help it, so I opted for something I considered much more healthy (at least I thought it was healthy); smoothie! This I made in large batch, kept inside a bottle and sip on it from time to time.
Note that; I considered the health of my baby before doing this, but just like most pregnancy craving, I felt like I would die if I don’t drink something sweet and just had to find a healthy way to indulge my cravings.
Alas, the next visit to the doctor and a urine test brought me the biggest of my fears; I would have to give birth through C-section, my baby is too big and I might encounter major complications if I try to give birth vaginally.
The prayer of the women in my antenatal care class has always been “God! I don’t want to give birth through C-section” So at the 37th week of my pregnancy, I joined the prayer gang against C-section birth, stopped taking anything sugary and changed my diet regime totally.
When I went in some weeks to my expected delivery date, my doctor confirmed that yes, everything is under control but I still have to go through C-section, I concluded that he most definitely wants me to go through C-section so they can get a large chunk of money off me, it will not work!
On the second day after my EDD, I started stimulating my nippleswith everything I read about, I ate spicy foods, pineapple and finally started playing with my nipple. At around 2 am, labour started, and I was immediately taken to the hospital by my brother-in-law.
After several trials at pushing, I was getting tired,my doctor advised me to go for C-section, I rejected it, at some point the doctor had to call my husband who was on his way to get his go-ahead. He got to the hospital and immediately signed the papers while fuming in anger at the delay.
I gave birth to my baby hale,healthy and strong, I later overhead the doctor telling my husband how we could have lost the baby if I had kept pushing. And I wept, I wept at my folly from the beginning of the pregnancy till the end, I wish I could turn back the hand of time so I can do things differently.
It all doesn’t matter though, at the end my baby is alive and so am I. If you are still there praying and fighting against C-section when it’s clearly your only option, think of your unborn child, the end will justify the means.
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