The Birth

Most of it was a blur to me.
‘Rara, can you hear me?’
My eyelids fluttered. I don’t want to be disturbed from my peaceful sleep. And for once, I did not feel the urge or pressure to sleep sideways. I enjoyed sleeping face up before the pregnancy. But the sounds continued and it made me uneasy in my dreams. In my dream I was floating in a flowing river. It felt really good. I appreciated the water beneath my skin, the green grass by the side of the river and the sounds of the birds chirping away.
‘Rara, Rara, I will not lose you. Wake up, can you hear me? I love you too much to lose…’ I  heard the words, but the most impact I got was from the violent force that shaked me.
I  woke up to a sea of faces, mostly unknown faces. They wore sky blue uniforms and some of them wore a white coat over it. They were men and women. Then my face lit up as I recognized just one out of the multitude. He held my hand and I could see tears running down his face.
‘I thought for a moment that I had lost you.’  He  said.
‘Ha, come off it. I am alive and I can see that I am still pregnant. How long was I gone for?’  I asked Daniel with a bright smile.
‘For a little over an hour, then you blacked out again.’  He said.
‘How did you find me?’ I asked.
‘I had a strong feeling that you had contractions this morning but you were too stubborn to admit it. So I decided to work for short hours and bring a midwife home. That’s how I found you on the floor.’ He said.

I swallowed my words and saliva, I did not want to pick up a quarrel with him, not today I thought. But I found his explanation unbelievable. he was either lying to protect me from panic or there is something he was hiding from me.

‘Mrs. Wilson, I can see that you have regained consciousness. I am Doctor Keith, I will take this miraculous journey of childbirth with you. But first you must know that your water has broken, so we need to induce labour. We have checked and you are only 2cm gone.’
Turning to face the hospital staff, Dr Keith said ‘Wheel her to the labour room.’
I couldn’t believe it that I was actually doing this, having my baby. I wondered what the sex would be.
‘Give us female children, your husband has no sister and same also with his father’s generation. The last generation that had female children were 4 generations ago. I want your husband to have a daughter and sister. At least let this family receive bride price, have people to come beg for our daughter’s hand in marriage.’ My Mother-in-law said one morning when we went visiting.
I was expressionless that day and  I wondered why she took the pain to ask me for a female child, when the whole world knows that it is the man that determines the sex of the child.
‘Mrs Wilson, I will insert this ball into your private in order to help you dilute faster.’ Dr Keith said jolting me from my thoughts.
I screamed, the pain was raw and blinding.
‘There you are, I am through.’ He said.
“Can you stand up? Try to walk normal. He pulled the wheel chair and Daniel assisted in putting me back without any incident.

I shared the room with one other pregnant woman. She claimed to be in labour but I doubted her. She was singing and dancing. She made about 50 phone calls to tell family and friends that she was in labour. She took selfies each time she was done with a call.
Yes! I knew because I counted it all, for there was no way to kill the pain of the ball than to count.
Each time a hospital staff entered the room, the woman would scream ‘my waist o! My back o! Rub it rub it! Yes! Yesssss! I am sure the baby head is coming out. Take me to the labour room. Take me!’

It was hilarious but I had gotten tired of her pretence, so I distracted myself with a book.
At the 3rd hour, a Nurse came to me, she noticed the ball had dropped and wheeled me off again to the labour room.
I was given a drip, I learnt it was called the hot drip. It made me to wish I was dead. It almost took my sanity then I heard the voice of the midwife.
I panted after the first try. ‘I want to poo and vomit.’  I said

‘Do it here.’ The midwife said, she had a look of disbelief.

She dock her head close to my private and said ‘push.

At that moment I vomited on the floor and pooed on her face at the same time. I was embarrassed but I felt better.

The midwife was furious but she could not do anything about it. I saw  a large frown had spread across her face…


By floramichaels

Hi, I am Flora Ngo-Martins. I love writing and I am passionate about fashion, stories, news and food. Sometimes I get a little bit serious but that's alright, I can also be mischievous. I also like to analyse stuffs people do and sometimes judge.*wink* Most of all, I love to influence the lives of people positively and tell people's stories from a totally different perspective. Feel free to contact me if you have any suggestions or....

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