When you are pregnant you imagine everything from the time you in labor to the time she is grown and planning on flying the nest.
You picture her first smile, her giggle... her cry. You picture how she will look and how she will talk. If she will be a kind caring and loving person. Who will she be like more, You or her Father. Which traits of whom will she have, will she have your eyes or his. Will she be stubborn just like the mother or hard headed like the dad. Full of worries that her dad has or the artistic love her mother has???
All of this is what makes the beauty of being pregnant. Being able to imagine a life so perfect and so pure. Nothing could fail you as a family and nothing could brake your bond with your baby girl after picturing such perfection. The perfection that God has provided to you. The perfection of life!
Yet life seems to have a whole different out look on this picture and it always seems to twist it and destroy the image of pure beauty. Throwing complications all way round.
I was due near the end of February this year, was hoping for an early birthday present and the perfect valentines day gift for my man... reality said other wise.
I went into labor on the 6th of January this year. 7 Weeks early and no doctor to deliver my baby. My last check up, my doctor turned to me and said he was not insured to do this procedure. His wife was full as she was only allowed to do a certain amount according to her insurance agreement. That was the Tuesday before my labor...
Saturday I had terrible tummy cramps such so I curled up and could not release my body... Turns out those were contractions. Being my first child I had no Idea what I was looking for. The next morning I woke to the site of blood, as if I was on my menstrual cycle. In sheer panic I got a hold of my older sister, who has two children of her own, just to find out what was going on. She told me to get to the hospital that what that was, was called "the show" in a pregnancy. In simple terms its like the plug to a bath was pulled. That I was in fact in labor. As a first time mother you have to now realised I was petrified. Now having my baby earlier than I expected, My sister telling me that there is a safe zone before 8 months but if the baby came in 8 months there would be complications. Something could be wrong with my baby. Besides all of that, I had no doctor to deliver my baby. I phone my aunts family doctor who delivered her grandson. He in a very short way said to me he was not taking on the responsibility of another doctors mess and rick the chance of being sued... Now who in their right mind worries about his pocket than the life of a baby.. obviously a greedy hound dog.
To my rescue the Lord has always been there. I tried one more doctor and he was polite, calm and concerned about both me and the baby. What a doctor should be like. He told me to get to the hospital and he will meet me there. That was at 12:30 in the afternoon. He did a scan and gave me tablets to help stop the contractions and the dilation, to stop the labor. By 17:00 I was 4cm Dilated. My baby was coming and nothing was stopping her. She was born at 18:20 6th of January 2013.
And can I tell you. She had a set of vocals on her. My in laws could hear her out the theater down the hall and on the other side of the door that they were standing by. She was beautiful.
Here comes the first curve ball in life. My placenta was completely cultivated, which meant that my body was aging faster than the development of my child. She was not obtaining the nutrients that she needed to carry to full term.
I had a C-Section done, as my doctor was afraid that natural birth will be to dangerous.
to my doctors surprise I was smiling and giggling after the operation. He turned to me and said that I was not a normal patient. He said it was not normal to see a woman go through an operation like that and still be smiling and giggling. I turned to him and simply said it was because I was not a normal person myself.
