My Birth

She was pregnant again and joy was in her heart.She was carrying her third child and she hoped it would be a boy.Quickly as she could she did all her chores as her husband had left for work and she had to care of her home no matter her condition as any strong African woman would do.
She took her bath and got dressed in a flowing evening gown,wore a little make up and set out for her pregnancy scan.The driver drove slowly due to the presence of a feotus which made her sick and more nervous."please step on it" she said, "wouldn't like to miss my appointment".He heeded to her words and drove faster to Asokoro General hospital,Abuja,Nigeria.On reaching the hospital she headed straight to meet the specialist who greeted her warmly and calmed her nerves a little.The scan began and he told her with a smile that she was carrying twins! And will be due November.Her heart sank with sadness and her fear worsened because she felt she didn't have the strength to bring two children to this world.She was terrified and pretended to smile as she took the result and went downstairs to go home.Reaching the car, she couldn't hold back the tears and she cried;so hard it made Ali wonder what the problem might be.He couldn't just keep driving home whild madam cried on so he asked "what is the matter ma" and she was silent;a second time and she was still silent then he figured maybe it wasn't in his place to ask and when he was quiet,she struggled against tears to tell him her fear but instead of feeling worried for her he smiled sweetly and said "go for another scan".She opened her eyes like she had got an idea and said quicky "please take me to another hospital". He quickly made a U turn and drove to the nearest best hospital he could remember and she had another scan but this time around the doctor said "madam you are carrying a pretty fat baby".Just one! She thought to herself with smiles of joy.She hurriedly took the result and went home
Nine months passed and still the baby was not ready to come out. Another month passed and still no cramps but on the eleventh month,she kicked like never before,causing cramps to Dora.Thank heavens she was already in the hospital. She was taken to the maternity ward but faced a serious problem as the baby refused to come out due to her weight.Dora pushed and pushed but it was hopeless. This went on for hours and the doctors advised her to go through CS(Ceaseran operation) else she might lose her but she refused.She believed in her strength and the baby was born in the by 11:36 am on the second of January 1996. That baby was me and from what k gathered from the story my mum told me. I was a fighter and still am and on tuesday this baby girl with an unsual childbirth clocked another and i wanna wish myself more life more success and more happiness.