Just like I do every two weeks after having sex, at 07:00am on the 23rd of Dec, 2014 the year my marriage clocked 5 without a child to show for it, the pregnancy test I did confirmed that I was pregnant and I couldn’t believe it. I left the bathroom, stood at the entrance to the bedroom and wept, my husband who was just rousing from bed saw tears in my eyes and ran to me “what is wrong?” When he saw the strip in my hand he thought it was negative again and came closer to comfort me “We can try again doll….”
He didn’t finish the sentence because he saw a hint of a smile on my face, he collected the strip, saw the two lines, carried me up, ran into the other room and did a funny dance. I was speechless for good 2 minutes, I was crying and laughing at the same time, the pure joy on his face, the raw emotions I felt and the fear that this might not be real made me mute for minutes before I recovered.
I’ve never ovulated since I entered puberty, it was after a series of reading that I discovered that there’s this thing like mucus that comes out of a woman’s private part some weeks after menstruation. I couldn’t ask anyone for fear I’d be seen as abnormal.
It was the height of my infertility issue when a year after my marriage we saw nothing(I didn’t miss my period even once) we had to seek a gynaecologist, there at the hospital I was told that I have hormonal imbalance and placed on a couple of drugs both for anovulation and hormonal imbalance.
But even after the series of tests and drugs we kept trying and nothing, nothing at all. We never got tired of trying though, sex became boring at a time, so we had lazy sex.
The journey was tough, it got to a stage when sex became routine, we just did it to fulfil all righteousness. That was when I introduced sex toys, which I must say my husband was very excited about, we looked forward to pleasuring each other with some of these toys but even that got boring but we were both determined to keep going.
After series of trial and error we despaired, my husband tried to be courageous, each time I tried and it comes out negative he’ll hide his disappointment and help me deal with mine. At a time, I was scared he already has a child outside which is why he was so calm and assuring.
So when I became pregnant two days to my marriage’s 5th year anniversary you can image the joy I felt. And I cried because after being indirectly told that I can’t have my own children when drugs have failed, God answered me. Opened my womb and put all my mockers e.g my husband’s brother’s wife into shame.
My pregnancy was hitch free and when I was told that my baby was breech but could turn before birth at the 33rd week of my pregnancy, I smiled. Even my husband was surprised, to him I said “if God can open my womb after man has failed, then turning a breech baby is small.” I don’t know where I got that courage from, but sometimes when we have faced bigger problems and we overcome, small ones will be like small rats because we have faced worst things.
I started prenatal yoga class, I would download the video online and watch, I read somewhere that yoga helps reposition the baby.
By the time I went for the next appointment with my gynae I was assured that baby would be back in the normal position.
On the eve of 27th of August 2015, my contraction started and 8 hours after I gave birth to my bouncing baby boy while my husband was on his way home when he called and when he heard the news, he screamed happily, “you didn’t even ask about the baby’s sex?” I asked on phone “Who cares!” “We have a baby” Again I wept as I beheld the joy that God hath given me and a wonderful husband, one can’t be more blessed than I am!
Mamalette! Share your positive birth stories so other mothers can derive hope from it!