I met our latest bride2mum through social media when I wrote ‘the delay’ if you missed it, click here and since then I have followed her daily inspiration on Facebook, you can like EHI ADE MABO page too. Here is her story… Our story is one of grace and I didn’t know . We had been married for about 2 years before we got pregnant and it had never occurred to either one of us that getting pregnant might ever be a prayer point, we just thought it was a natural occurrence and so we expected it to ‘just happen’, Month after month, period after period, nothing seemed to be happening. I finally thought ‘perhaps we should start praying seriously’…we were praying previously but not with a lot of focus on getting pregnant. I am blessed to be married to a man who is spirit filled so we left no stone unturned as far as great spiritual practice, from service, to giving and most importantly celebrating with everyone we knew who conceived. We kept track of dates, marked calendars, calculated everything possible to calculate and monitor. I don’t recall ever been on top of anything as closely as this ever. One thing that was pretty evident was that I was so sure I would have a baby, it never did cross my mind that I wouldn’t, despite the subtle concerns from family, we kept our cool, there was not whiff of desperation or discouragement. Finally In April 2014, we were confirmed pregnant, it was a great feeling. My hubby had been away for work for a few days, since I thought this was the news we had long anticipated, I tried my hardest to keep the news as a ‘surprise’ for 2days but that must have been the longest 48hrs of my life, I could not wait to spill the news to him so I purchased a pregnancy home kit and there it was! The 2 red lines we anticipated for a while finally made a grand entrance. So upon my husbands return, I snuck the test under his pillow and broke the news to him by pranking him that I had just seen my period to which he didn’t find amusing. After I broke the news of pregnancy to him, we rejoiced and from that day onwards, life never remained quite the same. Fast forward, 9months later I woke up to cramps and though I didn’t know what labour should feel like, we decided to check into the hospital and on getting there, we strolled into the reception and hubby excitedly announced “Nurse, we are having a baby” and she literally lifted her head from her paper work, gave me a top to bottom glance and just kept filling her paper work. In retrospect, we realize the reason she didn’t take us too serious I was sent back home and asked to return when I felt more dilated with closer contractions, to which we did but this time, we didn’t walk in…I was wheeled in by my hubby with screams and groaning, could barely say a word…now I understand that women in labour don’t stroll in to have conversations about their labour. Long story short, I was in active labour from the moment we left the house and from that time onwards, it didn’t take baby an hour to arrive. When I arrived in the labour ward, I was told by my nurse that there were no doctors on site to administer an epidural, nothing prepared me for that shocking news. I think the pangs must doubled on hearing that, how could I survive this pain without an epidural? In a very short while, active labour commenced and baby was out. In less than an hour of active labour, my life would never stay the same again. I heard my baby cry and as soon as he was handed over to me, every pregnancy symptom and pain disappeared like it never happened. Pregnancy and labour taught me that you are capable of so much more than you will ever acknowledge or even know, when life doesn’t go as planned and you are denied ‘epidural’ that could ease your pain, remember you are stronger than you know. To share your story send an email to bride2mum@gmail.com… Thanks
