Each day of our existence in life is filled with diverse experiences, and while we can forget some at some points, there are some that never fade away no matter how much we experience memory loss. These types of memories stick in our hearts so deeply, and we hold onto them for many years.
Such an unforgettable memory for me was the day I gave birth to my first child.The experiences flash in my memory like it's just yesterday, meanwhile it's over 10 years ago, yet the memories remain so fresh and alive. How can I forget in a hurry the day I became a mom finally after many stories and the terrible pains I passed through for two months in the hospital before the day I birthed him through surgery?
I was almost losing hope of becoming a mom; I was again having the fear of losing my life due to how complicated the whole pregnancy played out. I could remember how many times I was wheeled to the emergency section; I could remember the rush from the medical personnel trying many things faster to save my life and my unborn child. I could remember how my husband slept in his car inside the hospital for the two months we were all waiting for this baby to be born. I could remember how many of my close friends and family never left me but were always coming to the hospital praying with me, gifting me many things just to be happy and emotionally okay for the remaining Peggy journey.
I could remember how a fellow pregnant mom left my ward a day before my own surgery and never returned; she died, and her baby lived, and I could remember how fear gripped me and suddenly my blood pressure rose to 180 with much tension.It was a whole lot of experience for me, but in all, I had people who reminded me that destiny differs, people's stories differ, and that I should only trust God to come through for me.
It took hours before I finally calmed a bit and the blood pressure reduced a little, and finally I was wheeled to the theater. They blocked my access to see what they were doing, but somewhere, I sighted the process through a mirror glass. The sharp knife stained with full of blood while they were on the surgery sticks in my mind to date. Meanwhile, the doctors weren't aware I could still see what they were doing. The surgeon's hands with a glove filled with blood, I can still remember, my God, the whole thing wanted to affect my mind, but I am fine.
Finally, I can remember the cry of my baby and that statement from the surgeon, Mrs. Mba, "Here is your baby, a baby boy," and I grabbed him, placed him on my chest, and kissed him, expressing my gratitude to God. It was a journey and an experience that will last forever; I doubt I can forget it. Very unforgettable experiences indeed.
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Awww look at me smiling. You went through all that? Mothers indeed are superheroes. God bless you!!!🥹
Memories are indeed very good, yh there some memories which are constant like K in mathematics, no matter what it must appear. God bless all mothers.
Very touching experience my sister
Mothers go through a lot
If we should all tell our stories of childbirth experiences, it would make a great tale.
Thumbs up to you for your courage even with the sight of surgery knives, bloodstained hands, seriousness form the surgeons etc.
Congratulations on that victory