I want to inspire all those who have suffered a miscarriage, a stillbirth and all those who have been trying to conceive with my story that ended well.
I first got pregnant three months after my wedding. Without any hassles and stress, he was born 9 months later. We decided to wait at least 18 months before having another. Exactly a year and 9 months later, I became pregnant. We were happy about but on the 31st of January 2015, at five months, I started having cramps. When my husband returned from work, he took me to the hospital. I had small discharge of blood and little tissues. At the hospital, I was examined and a scan carried out. Doctor told us that there was no fetal movement and no heartbeat (can’t remember the term he used). I told my husband and my mum that I felt movement so we drove elsewhere for another scan and result was same.
I started crying. The pregnancy had to be removed. At 12 a.m. on the 1st of January 2016, I was induced to push my baby out. Other women in the labour room looked at me wondering what a woman not so advanced with her pregnancy was doing. I was given the fetus to take home with.
My Mum and I cried all the way home. My husband was devastated too. I lost all joy and my parents took me home with them for some days. Fast forward to 22nd of February 2016, I found out I was pregnant. I was very happy, I went for antenatal every two weeks to monitor the pregnancy.
On the 24th of October, I started having cramps. Went to the hospital and was told it’s the early stage of labour. I was admitted but labour did not progress. I was induced and behold, it was a stillbirth, a baby girl. I was devastated. Hubby, my Mum and my Son who was 3 years old then, became my source of comfort. My husband then decided we should not have any more children. He didn’t want me to go through that journey again because I became depressed. My mum and my mum in-law stayed with us for two weeks before returning home. My dad and siblings were all so sad but I was not ready to give up. I still believed God was going to make me smile in his own time.
March 22nd 2017, I tested positive though with mixed feelings. I was going to antenatal every two weeks because my case had now been termed “a high risk pregnancy”. At four months, protein was discovered in my urine. My mum took to any gynaecologist she was referred to so that I could be monitored. I even came to this page to ask you all to join me in prayers. At 39 weeks, my husband and I became worried when I had not put to birth. We went to the clinic on two occasions and returned disappointed when labour didn’t progress. On the 24th, I went to the hospital and asked for induction of labour (I was staying with my parents since the pregnancy was 35 weeks with my husband’s consent). Without telling my husband because he was too anxious, I was admitted in the clinic. My mum was the only one that was aware of my decision. At 1 a.m on 25th December, I was induced and my son arrived at 12 pm. My husband was surprised when my mum told him I had put to birth. My joy knew no bounds. We were so excited. An hour later, I was bleeding profusely.
It was discovered I had a tear in the Uterus. I was stitched without a painkiller but to the Glory of God, my Baby and I were fine. He just clocked a year Dec 25th. Never give up or lose in God. He sees our tears and worries but he answers in his own time.