I fell in love again

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I fell in love again but it was the hard way.

That kick was different and precise. Our trip to the hospital the previous day was futile as the doctor had sent us back for reasons I could not understand. I rubbed my stomach as I tried to get up from our garden chair. Another kick and suddenly I felt a strange sensation running down my legs followed closely by another sharp pain. I screamed out for my husband. He rushed out and gave me the most disorientated look I had ever seen. He didn't know what to do with, to or for me. All the tutorial on how to assist your wife during labor flew out of his head.

It felt like someone was twisting my guts and would not let go. Before I knew it, I was drowning in my own fluid. I screamed again, out of fear and grabbed my husband by the shirt. I can remember yelling at him; "Nnamdi what have you done to me!" A bang on the door distracted me and he slipped away. He came back with Mama Ejiro, our nosey, ITK (I too know) neighbor and for the first time I was glad to see that woman. Anyway, somehow they managed to get me to the hospital amidst several smacks and punches from me.

My dear, the pain in my stomach refused to goaway, instead it intensified with time. It was as if my baby had a score to settle with someone and decided to take it out on me. It kicked and I screamed and someone kept chanting; "push push...you can do it" in my ears. At that time, according to the nurse, my hubby had puked all over the floor of the delivery room.

In the midst of the long and unending drill, I heard a high pitched shrill cry of a baby, my baby and all the pain ended. You have a boy! Someone exclaimed and pushed a bundle into my arms. I slowly opened my eyes and tears rolled down my face as I stared at that angel. I fell in love again.

My champ is 1 year old today and looking back, I still ask myself; how in purity's name did my mama push 5 of us out? Truth is, after all that pain, I still want another baby. Let me find my Nnamdi abeg....