"One Picture And One Story Week #95"

It was a very wonderful day in the month of April 2025. The journey started when I was confirmed pregnant in September last year.

It wasn't an easy journey. Starting from the first term, I was not able to do the things I used to do. Cooking was a problem. When I cook, I won't be able to eat the food. Most times, I eat food from roadside food vendors. I have a two-year-old daughter whose main food was corn cereal. In the middle of the first term, I wasn't able to feed her with the cereal because whenever I perceived the meal, I puked. Alongside the corn cereal that makes me puke are perfumes and body spray, nuts and some fruits, especially bananas. I vomited at least twice daily at different times of the day. The puking subsided in the middle of the second term.

The second term was not like the first. There was less puking and more appetite for food. The major challenge was fatigue and change of clothing. Taking care of my girl child was difficult, as I couldn't bear to hear the smell of her food, bend to bathe her or coach her for studies.

The third term was more about fatigue. I was laughed at by my partner, daughter and some of my neighbours. Doing some cleanup at home was very difficult because my stomach was too big.

I struggled to do house chores, to stand for long and so on. In general, everything about my lifestyle during the pregnancy period changed.

When I was due for delivery, I was booked for a caesarean section. This was due to the weight of the baby and the previous caesarean section I had. On the 15th of April, 2025, at about 6:15am, the matron came to check on me and got me prepared for the operation.

Being the second caesarean I was to undergo got me scared. I was restless and afraid. After about 15 to 20 minutes, my precious baby boy was brought forth into this world. I was filled with joy when I heard his little deep crying voice. I was cleaned up and transferred to my private ward, where I lay for 24 hours before I was able to move. There was this filling of gratitude to God in my heart when I saw my baby lying in the baby's cot.

This wouldn't have been possible without God. During my third term, my partner had to travel to the north for eye surgery. I became emotionally unbalanced, and it almost triggered my blood pressure. In the long run, we came out strong and victorious. I will never forget this day.

I cordially invite @suboohi, @chilaw and @okere-blessing to share in this story with a comment on this post.