News SALUTING MOTHERHOOD

How could my mum have done this seven different times is the question that keeps coming to me…she is indeed a hero. Not as a result of winning battles, but for fighting a good fight.

Mine started at exactly 11:17pm, though I had been seeing some signs all day and with the knowledge I’d gathered I knew the ‘D’ day had come. After a forceful dinner, I was a bit restless so I tried to sleep because I thought it was still ‘false labour’ and it was not persistent enough and would scale through the night…little did I know…

I woke my husband who was snoring beside me, I gave him the first tap, and then the second…at the third “with a scream”, he jumped out of bed, running towards the door. You can’t believe he rushed out of the room leaving me behind, took the car key and was about to go out in his boxers, I had to shout before he realized what was going on.

Getting to the hospital around 1:35am, the matron and nurses on duty were so calm and indifferent, I had to wonder if being cruel is part of the training to qualify one as a Nurse in this part of the world. I was checked and placed under observation. I was told I had only gone four (4cm) in dilation meaning I still had six (6cm) to go before the birth of my child

It was a ‘pleasant experience’ that is all I can say…and I believe you understand my use of word…I can’t but to love my mum more when my prince finally arrived at 5:30am. Trust her; she was at the entrance of the labour room, pacing around. When she hugged me tight, I kissed her in appreciation and whispered in her ear that ‘now I understand what motherhood really is and I salute her for being my mum and my six siblings…

NO CHANCE OF ME DOING IT SIX MORE TIMES THOUGH HERO OR NO HERO….