Pregnancy

I Trusted My Instinct During My Pregnancy



The hospital was recommended by my sister-in-law as she used it for the birth of her first child, she swore that they took good care of her and since she wanted the best for her niece or nephew, she suggested I go there. But her story is different from mine, my first instinct is that the staffs were unusually cold and they lack empathy, but that was okay until….

 

I went for scan 19 weeks into my pregnancy, the ultrasound technician pressed my tummy with uncomfortable force, and when I asked is everything okay, “Just look at the screen, it’s not for me to say if the baby is okay or not, talk to the nurse for results” he said detachedly. My husband held my hand as we watched the screen.

After the scan, we sat down waiting for our turn

“Next! Mrs Esinniobiwa” “How do you pronounce that” I corrected her, she picked up my record, then went ahead to read from it. “your baby has some sort of cyst, also called bilateral choroid plexus cysts.”  she read out, she made a tssk tssk sound with her teeth.



“When can we see the doctor?” I asked “And is that all” I tried to keep myself from crying until I leave the hospital.

“Yes, that’s all. Uh….I almost missed this! It also says that you have a succenturiate placenta and that you have a velamentous umbilical cord insertion”

I was angry, the woman was uninterested but she really didn’t have to make it so obvious. I wrote down everything she told me with the intention of checking it all out.

I met with the doctor the next day and she was no better, she sounded cold and was in a rush, I had already wrote down some questions based on the research I did,

“Will I be needing C-section?” “Will my baby be fine” “What if the umbilical cord detaches?”  “Is my pregnancy high-risk?”

“Listen! Your baby will be fine and no, you won’t be needing C-section”

“Your pregnancy is not high-risk either” her words which were meant to calm me down did nothing but increase my anxiety. She didn’t even assess the situation properly, she just went straight ahead to answer in a bid to calm me down and rush to wherever she was going.

Immediately I got out of the hospital, I made up my mind to change my hospital, from the ultrasound technician to the nurse and doctor, they all made me feel uncomfortable, my husband agreed.

And I was thankful to God that I did. I chose another hospital, a large general hospital and when I told the doctor my situation, I told her everything, the research I did and my fear. She listened attentively, and the expression on her face showed concern, I immediately felt everything will be alright. I was told my pregnancy was high-risk and was treated with much care, monitoring and respect.  I felt safe and comfortable.

Early this year, I gave birth to my son vaginally, my pregnancy was carefully monitored and I had the privilege of being able to make calls to the doctor anytime I feel something is not right.

If you’re pregnant and you don’t feel comfortable about your hospital, your opinion is not respected or you aren’t just okay with their level of professionalism, you can try another hospital. Follow your gut instinct Mamalette! And you won’t regret it.

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4 Things You Can Blame On Pregnancy



Tell me, did you ever use pregnancy as an excuse to get out of a situation you don’t want to be in? Well I did! But seriously, it’s the only reward you get during pregnancy that is, until you give birth to your baby. One look at your bump and people will let you off. I didn’t have to queue to enter BRT bus, even in banks, men take one look at me and allow me get to the front and do my transaction like fast fast.

It makes all the pains and sores of pregnancy a little more bearable, and here are some of the things we blame on pregnancy;

Pregnancy brain

This is the short form for forgetfulness. If you’re pregnant and you forgot to do something or how to do it, don’t worry people won’t blame you, they’d blame it on pregnancy brain. My MIL heard my husband blaming me for forgetting to put his packed lunch in the car, you can’t believe she berated him, “don’t you know she’s pregnant? Pregnant women have a tendency to forget” Since then, I made forgetfulness my excuse, and he was quick to let things go, funky yeah?

Weird food combinations and cravings

Trust me, every unhealthy food that I wouldn’t eat on a normal day without being questioned is what I eat when I’m pregnant, I especially loved “nzu (chalk)” and cold water, garri and groundnut and no one can take them from me. Some women hate eating the foods cooked by their hand during pregnancy, they’d rather they eat their neighbour’s food or one cooked by someone else but them. Did I tell you about how I loved eating rice and okro? Which I would normally not eat.



 

Not engaging in any strenous activity

If you don’t want to wahala yourself, pregnancy is your best excuse, “Eh! Can you please help me sweep the floor, I can’t bend” Even strangers become generous when they see you are pregnant, “let me help you carry that bag” they’ll offer to help because it looks heavy”. Even though you might be overwhelmed by the attention and everyone being at your beck and call, don’t get used to it, because it’s not healthy. To be strong you need to move around and work.

Body aches

Your ribs may hurt, your body may ache and you may constantly need a pain relief medication. For me, my legs were always swollen, so I’d beg hubby for a massage, with my leg stretched on the table I’ll relax and have dear hubby minister to my needs, after all it’s our baby. If I’m good, I get a body massage too.

But pregnancy can do mean things to someone, your back will hurt, your legs may ache and your feet will be all swollen, there will be times when you’d need help standing up from the chair and you may be waddling like a whale instead of walking.

At the end when you sight and hold your wriggling baby in your hands, your joy will know no bound, and all the pains will be forgotten. Meanwhile, use pregnancy to get some pampering, but don’t be lazy!

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