Tokunbo Fasoro: How I Finally Became A Mum After 5 Tough Years Of Waiting

My journey to motherhood is simply amazing!

There was a time in my life when my period would arrive and I would immediately begin to cry. I would ask myself, “Will I ever have children?”

This continued month after month for 5 years. I saw so many doctors, from fake ones to genuine ones. I remember going through a lot of invasive procedures trying to find out if there was anything wrong with me. But unfortunately or would I say fortunately, they would always say there was nothing wrong.

At about the second year of waiting, I went to the University Teaching Hospital in Ibadan and ran some tests. The results were so perfect that a consultant asked me to permit him to use my HSG result to teach his students. Yet, month after month, I kept seeing my period on the exact date. I then decided to bury myself in my career and began to write as many exams as I could.

I remember a time I had a very bad experience in a hospital in Lagos, the pains were excruciating. I was really screaming and crying, and shouting to God that this was unfair, that I got married a virgin. I cried so hard because I had friends who had done so many abortions and got pregnant in the first month of their marriage. I just couldn’t understand what was happening and the thought made me more miserable. I remember that day so well – I had jumped off the hospital bed with all the gadgets inside of me screaming, “Take them out, take them out.” It was horrible.

I contracted an infection after that procedure. I actually thought it was malaria until it got so bad, I couldn’t sleep at night. I discovered I had PDI and I was lucky because my tubes would have been blocked. I cried and cried. I then decided to call a family meeting, with my in-laws inclusive. I said to them that I wasn’t going anywhere again. We had been scheduled for IVF for the next month, but I told my husband that I wasn’t going to do it – I was leaving it to God who would give us children when he wanted to.

The next month, I just decided to trust God. I took a very unserious fast (I mean unserious). I broke the fast some days at 11 am and I think the latest I did was 3 pm. Then, the following month, my husband and I went on a 3-week holiday and while I was on the plane, I realized my perfume began to irritate me and I could almost jump at the air hostess for not giving me food on time!

We got back to Nigeria, and I got back to work but I noticed that I was always very hungry. My husband would call me like six times while at work and anytime I mentioned to him that I was hungry, he would leave all the stuff he was doing, rush to my office and take me out for lunch. It occurred to me that my husband was getting extremely romantic, which of course made me very happy.

Then one afternoon, I wanted to write a cheque and had to check the date,  that was when I realized I should have seen my period! I wasn’t sure because I never kept the dates so as not to get anxious. My husband always responded to doctors’ questions anytime we saw one. So, that day, when I got home, I asked him when I was supposed to see my period and he began to laugh. I wondered why the young man was laughing. He then told me that I should have seen it while we were in the U.K. I didn’t want to get excited, so I told him I would wait till the end of the month before I checked. He said the reason he kept calling me at the office was for me to tell him I was on my period. Instead, I kept telling him I was hungry!

However, that day, I could barely lie down, eat, walk or talk. I just had to rush out to buy the pregnancy strips. I ran the test and saw two lines. You must understand that I ran those tests all the time, and had never seen two lines before, never! I had also never missed my period by even one day before. That was when I began to scream. I threw the strip away and did it a second time. Two lines again, I then began to cry. I told my husband I had to go to the hospital to do a blood test because it was too good to be true. The hospital test revealed that I was 8 weeks pregnant – awesome God!

It was the happiest day of my life. Seven months later, I had my bundle of joy, it was like a dream. Nine months later, I was pregnant again and had my second bundle of joy. It was amazing how I had spent so long looking for a child but was now being bundled back to the hospital by my husband for family planning!

Motherhood is such a great experience because it is and will forever be by his Grace. I would like to encourage anyone waiting that is reading this article never to give up. Stay positive and keep trusting in God – your bundles of joy will certainly come at a time you least expected.