Diary of a single mother 16.
The pain was excruciating. My water already broke.
Despite my groans, no one came to me. I could here movements outside my room to show that there’s someone at home.
I crawled to where my phone was and called my mom. She immediately called Frank’s mom and told her I was in labour.
Frank’s mom walked into my room grumbling.
“You couldn’t call my attention that you are in labour but called your mom instead. Are you trying to say I am a bad person?”.
I couldn’t careless about her jargons. I just wanted this pain gone.
I was rushed to the hospital. The doctor recommended CS due to how weak I already was. Frank’s mom signed the consent form and I was taken into the theater.
It wasn’t an easy experience. I saw death and defeated it.
My babies were brought out alive. When I first saw them, I broke into tears. They were so beautiful.
Frank called for the first in months to congratulate me but I didn’t take his calls.
I couldn’t stand on my own for 3 days. No one can truly explain the pain of childbirth.
I stayed in the hospital for two weeks before I got discharged.
I insisted I wasn’t going back to Frank’s home.
“I would rather remain in this hospital than go back there”. I insisted.
Seeing how adamant I was, my parents took me home.
Nursing an infant isn’t an easy journey not to talk about nursing two infants.
I stay awake every night because they wouldn’t stop disturbing. If one is asleep, the other one will be crying. My mother wasn’t really helpful. I did most of the job alone. She only help with their bath.
Combining the nurturing of my two soldiers and healing from my wounds, I got overwhelmed and fell into postpartum depression.
I hated myself and hated everybody. At a point, I almost harmed my kids. But God came through for me. My elder sister was really supportive during this period. She always called to check up on me and always encouraged me.
Slowly, I began to regain myself.
TBC
Judith Onyoyibo
