When I got to the clinic as I had planned, I explained to my gynaecologist how I was feeling. He decided to do some test only to discover that I was 3cm dilated! I was admitted there and then. By the way, how they measure dilation –it’s about time medics came up with a better way of doing so instead of inserting the fingers. It was so painful and irritating!
Because my labour was progressing slowly, they decided to induce me to hasten the process. The pain from the induction was out of this world! As my labor progressed, I danced to the tune of the pain and made countless trips to the washroom. At some point, despite the pain, I dozed off, only to be woken up by my sister and a nurse who had come to induce me –again!
My big sister (God bless her) was there with me, rubbing my back, escorting me to the washrooms, making me drink a mixture of Fanta and glucose (for energy apparently) and giving me words of encouragement. 17 hours later, I was 8.3cm dilated, but fortunately or unfortunately, the gynaecologist realized that the baby had his hand on the cheek, and that called for an emergency CS. Imagine after all those hours of labor!
At exactly 2:46am, on the morning of my graduation (18th Dec 2015) I received my bundle of joy – Baby Ethan Musalia. I chose to name him after my late dad who had died when I was six months pregnant. The moment I held my son… I just can’t explain the feeling. When he was handed over to me, I cried so much…I asked the nurse over and over again if that indeed that was my very own child. I was so overwhelmed by emotions. It was such an amazing feeling!
Being a mom has been a great experience, and I endeavour to be the best mother to baby Ethan. I try to get home in good time before baby goes to bed. I make sure I bid him goodbye when I’m leaving the house so that he is aware I am leaving. I also try to spend most of my weekends with family after a busy week. I have also made it a principle not to carry work home so that I can be able to focus on my family once I get home.
As a working mom, it has not been easy but I thank God for bringing me this far. When you become a mother, you develop a special kind of energy/stamina. You somehow just manage everything, including things that you never thought you could.
I must say that am grateful to my mum and my sisters for the support they have given me through this parenting journey. They were and are still really there for me. They taught me so many things. And of course Baby Daddy for the support. I truly thank God for the blessing of motherhood.-END
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