By Funmilola Dada
August 2014; I was due to have my baby in the first week, and all I was looking forward to was my water breaking. The rest, I thought, would be ‘’sharp-sharp!’’ I wasn’t even counting the weeks of my pregnancy, I was just confident that everything was fine, but my mother, not so much. By her calculation, I was already hitting 42 weeks in pregnancy but I didn’t even know that, and honestly I didn’t care. She gives me a call on that fateful day – 12th August, she was so worried (trust Mothers), and she goes ‘Madam, you are supposed to have put to bed already’, and I’m like Mum, you worry too much. Meanwhile, she’s always called me from time to time to check on my well-being, and I was beginning to be defensive because, and would always scream, ‘Mom let me be, I’m fine’.
It’s funny how I thought I knew it all, thanks to the internet for such over-confidence! I thought I had all the information I could get and said to myself that pregnancy was over-rated! Little did I know that there was more to bringing forth a baby and it carried its own risks?
Mom refused to let me be. She calls my husband, he tells her I always tell him I’m fine and he doesn’t want to put me under more pressure. Little did we know, my Mum had already communicated with the hospital that there is a stubborn patient who’s refused to come to the hospital and that the said patient happens to be her daughter. Then we get a call from our doctor for an immediate appointment. The next day, my husband takes me to the hospital and the doctor insists on a general check-up. And boom! The check-up reveals that the heart rate of my baby is on the high! Things begin to happen really fast after that, and before I could say jack, I am scheduled to deliver my baby that very same day. This is me still waiting for labour to happen. To cut this short, I was at the risk of losing my baby. All I could remember was being induced, having oxygen passed through me for my baby to survive, and about 2hrs later, I had my beautiful baby girl in my arms.
By the time I regained some consciousness, my husband told me all that had happened and I asked to see my Mom to thank her for being proactive about the situation. This dear mama had saved both me and my baby even when I had tried to put her off. She knew better. I’m so grateful to her till this day. My baby is 2yrs plus now and looking at her, she looks so much like my Mum, her grandmother. My prayer every day is for her to inherit the boundless love of my mother.