I am typing this piece from my hospital bed….no I am not sick, I am in perfect health all glory to God. I checked in here yesterday at 11.30 a.m, before I tell you what I am doing here, let me take you back to some events of last year.
I got a one month contract job in Kisumu in the month of December and it meant I was busy that month. That month was a wet month and it rained heavily everyday and it was very cold unlike the Kisumu weather. Within no time I was down with a flu and cough and I had to see a doctor and was treated in time. After completion of the dosage, I suffered bouts of cold attacks and would shiver alot. I was sick every afternoon and felt sleepy most of the times. Blame the weather! Life went on as usual, work schedule was tight and I was busy during the day. I left for home everyday at seven in the night save for Sunday that we worked half day. This meant that my mind was engrossed in whatever I was doing that made me not realise the obvious! Some few days to end of the contract, I was made aware of what was going on in my body. I boarded a boda boda to United Mall to pick a parcel from Easy Coach that my secret santa had sent me. After picking it, I stopped by a Pharmacy to get a pregnancy kit and headed home.
My second born daughter had just turned fourteen months old and deep within I prayed the test should be a big fat negative! I was fooling myself anyway as my body had tried to warn me to no avail. Within a few seconds it was confirmed, I was seven weeks pregnant with my third born! After Christmas I headed back to Kakamega to prepare my eldest daughter who was joining class one. After discovering I was expecting another child, my mind refused to cooperate. I do not know if it is psychological or not, but I functioned better not knowing that I was with child. Migraine attack and exaustion set in. I would feel cold even in the hot January weather. I could not do chores that required bending, I had constant backaches. I spent more time alone and the only people I kept in contact with were my siblings. I would get complaints from my friends on my silence, I assured them I was fine. I spent more time reading my Bible and praying. I needed the strength to accept that I was pregnant. I chose to keep the pregnancy news to myself and only shared with a close friend and my siblings.
From the word go this pregnancy was different. I did not experience what I experienced with my girls. Deep down I had a conviction I was carrying a boy. Only time would tell.I had cravings for salty food and fell asleep almost anywhere everytime! Not funny at all. Insomnia set in during the third trimester, heartburn during the last two weeks though manageable. Atleast with this pregnancy I could manage to walk as a form of exercise. I was huge, everyone I met thought I was carrying twins. I was carrying a big baby.
Two weeks ago I decided to be walking long distance atleast thrice a week so that baby could not come past my expected date of delivery(edd) which was 08/08/2016. So I started experiencing back pains and crumps on 04/08/2016 that continued until my Edd then disappeared. I must confess this time round I was nervous and had this feeling of fear engulf me. It was like I was a first time mom. I was afraid to say the least. As usual I shared this with my sister and Pastor. Pam who assured me all was well and stood in the gap with me in prayer. So the date passed and any sign of labor pain vanished. I still managed to walk thrice that week. On 12/08/2016 I went for a third scan to know the exact edd. It still showed it was the eighth! I inquired from the sonographer my baby’s weight. It revealed it was 4.1 Kgs. Mmmh not unusual because I have a history of big babies. Alicias birth weight was 4.3 Kgs whereas Arielle’s was 4.0 Kgs. So I was looking forward to another big baby. After leaving the hospital, I decided to walk home. I felt heaviness on my pelvic area after covering a long distance and had to use other means to reach home.
That night I woke up frequently to use the toilet. I had convinced myself that I would wait till the day baby decided to come, so this night was just usual to me. I woke up at six in the morning to go to the toilet again, this time though, I noticed I had lost my mucus plug. I was certain I was in labor. I went back to bed as I was still sleepy thanks to insomnia. At seven in the morning I could feel the contractions were ten minutes apart. They were consistent. I woke up from bed and prepared myself to go to the hospital. By the time I was done, the contractions had stopped completely. Were it not for the bloody show, I would have assumed it was braxton hicks. Hubby and I were in hospital by eleven in the morning. On examination, I was already 6 cm dilated! I was admitted and taken to the labor ward. They assumed that after four hours I would have been fully dilated, they were mistaken. After four hours I was still 6 cm! This reminded me of Alicia’s arrival. It had started like this. The midwife came to me later to examine me and made a decision to rupture my membranes and to put me on oxytocin drip. I was still chatting with Pam and told her I had to go.
That was around 4.30 p.m I was in excruciating pain. The midwife’s shift came to an end and another one came, still nothing. I prayed and cried to God to see me through. I was giving up, I was unable to push. I turned on my left, the position the midwife had advised and cried to God asking Him to relieve me from the pain I was in. I am not a first time mom and I was not new to labor, but this was different. Everything was different. I had progressed to 8 cm and realised later that the drip was not flowing, I notified the midwife who adjusted it. The pain! I continued praying and suddenly I felt the urge to push. Finally at 7.45 p.m my baby finally came.
I had left home knowing that I would go back home the next day with my bundle of joy, if only wishes were horses! I had delivered a bouncing baby boy weighing 5.2 Kgs! It explains the difficult labor. To me this was a miracle for if the scan had revealed the baby was this big, I would have been taken for ceaserian section. And that was my worst fear, I prayed and hoped for a normal delivery. Thanks to Be my prayer partner group that prayed for me constantly to deliver like a Hebrew woman. Thanks to my siblings who checked on me constantly and prayed with me. Thanks to hubby for his support and prayer too. Back to the labor room, after weighing him, I heard them say that he was being taken to the newborn unit to be monitored. To me I believed it was only preemies who were taken to the nursery. My baby was taken to the nursery for monitoring as he was a big baby….