You sound like the husband of a member here, can't remember her Id now, but these sound like the things done to her. Op I don't know what to say to you, but forgive yourself and God forgives you. Where is your dad now?

@ omogemi thank you very much, I pray for safe delivery for you and your baby, its yours in Jesus name. Google pre-eclampsia, there is quite a lot of info online.

@ ronke shey you see, not a bad read afterall, I humbly take back my words your not a lazy reader, and nice comments I do agree with you. @davidlyn thanks bro, am just a lucky guy maybe God just bleSsing me for all those times love did me in. I was a wreak though and it led me into not loving anymore just breaking hearts without mercy till I learnt how to love right.. Thank God.

@moremi, ronke and the rest, lazy reader. Granted its long, but worth a read, I guess the writer had to tell the whole story so you get the full picture. No way to summarize it. So scroll back up and read. Don't be lazy. NB: no pun intended. Davidlyn I feel your point. I was very mad @ the writer when I finished reading. For goodness sake ladies why collect gifts from a guy when u know you won't date him. Had a lady collecting gifts and all sorts of favours from me a while back like 8 yrs b4 my eye clear. God just showed me something I could not ignore, if not am sure I would still be there, like the mumu I was. Well thank God am married now to a very lovely girl who is enjoying all of me and who loves me to death. The thing I gained from the former ex-breakup was I learnt how to be the best kind of husband I could be. Took me like 3years to change and lucky for us, we found each other.

me thinks the writer messed up. Took gifts from the man for 2years when she didn't have any plans for him. Don't blame the man, he stated what he wanted from the beginning. As for the friend. Sharp girl.

I read this and I thot to share the story. How could she?!
Segun had been on my case for at least 2 years.

I met him one hot Saturday as I was waiting for a taxi on a Grogner Street in Iwaya, Onike. He pulled over and  asked where I was headed. I don’t ever talk to people on the road but this day, the look of the mist on the window of his air conditioned car made it difficult to ignore him given the extreme heat I was exposed to.

I stepped into his car, grateful for the ride, yet determined to let him know I was no cheap girl that jumps into available cars.
“Thank you so much, Sir, for the ride. I normally wouldn’t do this but I have been standing outside in the sun for at least 30 minutes. The cabs come in trickles and are either taken or too expensive. No one is interested in going my way”

“Where might that be?” He asked, totally ignoring every other thing I had said.

“I’m going to Ikota but I’ll drop off once we get to any major road where I can find a cab”.

“You’re in luck. I’m actually going to VGC but I need to get to Surulere first. So I can either drop you off at a taxi park or you accompany me to Surulere and then I drop you off at your doorstep.”

Inasmuch as I was so eager not to overuse help being rendered, I opted for the latter option. I was in no hurry whatsoever to go my empty home. Mom and dad were on their way to Ikene for a week long engagement and my younger siblings were all in school. My best friend, Mololu had kindly volunteered to spend the week with me but she would not be  getting to mine until Sunday night so that meant I’d be spending Saturday night by myself with only Larry, the dog and Mustafa, the gate man, for company.

I looked at my wristwatch, with its recently cracked screen and declared,

“Well, it’s just 1.00 and I’m not in a hurry so I’ll go with you”.

I got to meet him properly. His name is Segun, a businessman who was into the oil and gas sector. He had been working for himself in Libya before moving to Nigeria  earlier that year. The Nigerian side of his business was only just growing and was already facing major challenges but a meeting he had in Abuja two weeks from our meeting would determine if a major stumbling block would be removed and his license would be granted.  He saw an RCCG band on my wrist and asked me to pray along with him. I promised to.

As he dropped me off at about 4pm that Saturday evening, I felt like I knew him already. Segun was very chatty, divulging a lot so quickly. During those hours we spent together, I also found out that he has a 5 year old daughter by a white French girl he dated all through his university years in France. The lady had gone on to marry another Nigerian and they lived in Port Harcourt with his daughter, Amélie. His dad was long gone and his mom had raised he and his siblings by herself. I did what I do not ever do. I gave him my phone numbers and my pin and from there, we became friends.

The problem with Segun was with his way of showing concern and love. My primary love language is Quality Time and I’m not really the type to get all mushy too early. So it came as a bit of a rude shock to me when I received my first “love you baby”, 2 weeks from the day we met. I really didn’t know what to make of the message and it abruptly ended our chat as I did not respond. To be fair to him, I assumed he was simply overjoyed as he was granted all necessary permits we prayed for, that he spoke out of turn.

About four hours after, at 1 am, I got another message from him telling me how much he’s so into me and how he feels like he has finally found what he had been looking for and if I would be okay being a second mom to his daughter and how he wants me to meet his mom. I read it and responded with a “BRB”. Later in the day, we met up for a meal and then I explained how, though I appreciate his feelings, it was all too soon for me and I would appreciate if I am given a bit more time to be on that kind of level with him. In the meanwhile, I suggested that we remain friends. He looked a bit disappointed but accepted and declared that he was in no hurry and would wait for me however long it took me to realise my feelings for him or develop them.

Segun was extremely generous to me, almost worryingly so. Once he travelled and brought me an orange Hermès’ Birkin 40cm bag which retails for about $2000. I was shocked and despite loving nice stuff, I didn’t want to take it from him initially but I eventually did mentioning it to him that he really didn’t need to spend that much on me and he should focus more on growing his business.



Mololu usually saw one Harrods or Neiman Marcus shopping bag or the other and was always encouraging me to “stop fronting and say yes to Segun before a sharp girl does”. I guess because of the manner in which he approached me, it made me a bit overly cautious since this his asking out was more like a proposal and he seemed so sure of his feelings for me. I slowed things down a lot and outrightly refused to meet his mom for the first three months. I didn’t want to get carried away at all and kept praying and taking things slow. Despite our living so close to each other, I hardly went to his and since I come from a relatively strict home, his visits were sparing as well (of my doing).

About six months after we met, work commitments took him away from Nigeria for a long while. During that period, he would come to Nigeria at least once a month, bombarding me with all manners of gifts. Even when he was not around, he’d randomly have flowers delivered to my office.



He would send handwritten letters by DHL and whenever anyone was travelling to Nigeria, he would have them deliver something to me, however small. There was a time he sent me a bottle of Lucozade because I had lamented that the Nigerian one tasted different. When it came to giving, Segun was without fault. But in my opinion, there was more to consider than how generous a man is.

Sometime, five months ago, Mololu was sent to England for a training to last 3 weeks and she used the opportunity to shop and ended up having 2 extra boxes. She complained over the phone to me telling me the airline was overcharging her and then, partly because I felt it right to help and partly because I had ordered somethings which she was bringing for me, I decided to ask Segun if he could help out since I know he always travelled light and never uses the extra allowance granted to him. He accepted to help bring the extra boxes and I gave her his hotel address to drop them off a day before her flight. He was due in Nigeria a week and half after.

My suspicion was first roused when, upon his arrival, he took the bags to Mololu’s in Ogudu, instead of as I expected, bringing it to me and having us sort ourselves out. I asked for the favour. I mentioned to him that my stuff was included in the box so it came as a surprise to me when he drove all the way to hers the next day to drop the boxes off. When I asked him why he did that, he said the boxes were quite heavy and that he was going that way and decided to drop them off. I had more questions but felt since I was not his girlfriend, there is a limit to the questions I can pose without looking funny. My pride got in the way and I decided not to mention it anymore.

The calls reduced. The texts were shorter. The usual “love you” closing went missing. ‘Mololu too reduced her communication with me. Then one day, she drove to mine and after lunch asked the most random question, ‘Are you and Segun in a relationship?”. She looked like she had struggled to ask that question but at the same time,  as though that was her aim for coming to mine.

“Why do you ask?”

“Nothing at all o. Just wondering ’cause you have known him for a while and you said you were praying a while back for direction and was wondering if maybe God said no since you are not dating him”, she mumbled.

“Omololu, did I say we are not dating?”

“Oh sorry. But I kinda know you are not”

At this stage, I know she and Segun must have spoken about our relationship status and so I decided to cut to the chase.

“Did Segun mention it to you himself?”

She looked down and playing with her perfectly manicured nails, said yes. I had noticed she brought a brand new car to mine with a new plate number. She had the black of my Hermes bag too. Wow! I didn’t want to believe what I know just had to be the truth. It was written all over her face. I don’t know where I got the strength but I said not a word after that. Awkwardly, she picked up her bag and car keys. I noticed then it was a Hyundai. It must be the Sonata she always wanted ever since it was released last year. She would always point at every 2011 Sonata she saw on the road and say she’d one day, get it.



To cut the very long tale short, my best friend Omololu and my 2 year old toaster are now together. Segun drove to mine 2 weeks after Omololu did and said somethings to me. He first of all apologised. He said he was not sorry for moving on but sorry that it had to be someone I knew simply because of the sake of his consideration of my feelings and not because it was wrong. He said, as I never for once, declared any form of feelings for him during our almost 2 year friendship, he does not feel he had wronged me in any way. He said he would always be grateful for meeting me as, through me, a door of everlasting joy had been opened to him and he would like my blessing as he walks into it. I was weak.

To be honest, I’m not hundred percent certain which hurts more, the fact that I’m losing a really nice and eligible suitor, that I lost him to a ‘friend’, the sneaky way it happened or the fact that I almost executed the deed for them by creating an enabling environment.

I really wanted to know how it all happened and so I demanded the tale, not from Mololu, but from Segun himself. He told me that the week before he travelled, when he saw her at mine, they had got talking whilst I was in the bathroom and she had mentioned she would be off on training and that she would be doing crazy shopping for her new apartment. They had a few ‘moments’ that day but they did not exchange numbers. It was the day she brought the bags to his hotel that the sparks went flying. She had gotten to his hotel at about 12 noon and they went to out together and he dropped her off at her hotel at about 9pm. Early the next morning,  at about 5 am, he drove down to her hotel to take her to the airport himself and from their journey, they got even closer. According to him, he knew that morning that he was ‘home’. That conversation sounded painfully familiar and I couldn’t help my grimace. At that juncture, I held up my hands and told him I was satisfied with the information he furnished and that they both have my blessing. He hugged me and left.

That evening, Omololu updated her status with these words “Those that wait on the Lord will rejoice. I rejoice. Behold, my Boaz!”. His picture was her DP. I remember that picture. I took it with his iPhone whilst trying out an app. Each day, a new picture of him would be put on display. There was even one of herself, Segun and his daughter. She had firmly ingrained herself in his life.

Due to how serious I know Segun is, it came as no shock to me when she told me they were getting married and she really wanted me to be her chief bridesmaid though if I felt I could not do it, she would understand. According to her, she was doing that for the friendship we once shared which she hoped we could revive. I refused. But not before letting her know that I could be counted on if she needed any assistance.

At about 12 midnight, I got this email from her,

“Sweetheart, I love you. God knows I do. I apologise for how I might have hurt you but despite all, I would be a liar to say I would or could elect to do things differently if given a second chance.

Oluwasegun has brought me the type of joy I thought was only for the fairy tales. But through him, I have my very own fairy tale. I love him with all my being. I know I might come across as insensitive and selfish. I am sorry. But please, try and find a place in your kind heart to let go of any hurt you might be experiencing and enter into a place of happiness for me, Omololu, your sister and best friend since our Corona days. It should not be heard that we are fighting over a man and remember, my darling, you never were in a relationship with Segun.

You never took the plunge, you shielded your heart from hurt and refused to commit to anything. I know you babes. When you truly love a man, you have no time for such long due diligence exercises. If you want to be sincere with yourself, you would admit that Segun never did anything to your heart. Your heart did not skip beats with the sound of his voice. Your body never quivered with the touch of his hands. I understand you two never even kissed. You clearly never felt love for him.

However, I cannot discount the friendship you shared. Till date, he still goes on and on about how you are the only friend whose loss moved him to his core. I can testify too of your level of regard of your friendship and respect for him. But my dear, friendship and respect are not solid foundation enough upon which to construct a marriage. You knew this and this is why you stalled. What did not grow in 2 years would most likely never grow.

I hope you understand that the aim of this email is not to throw in your face the fact that Oluwasegun and yourself never had anything concrete but to let you take a proper, honest and dispassionate look at goings on. If you do, forgiving me would come, naturally.

I can’t stop loving you dear. I am sad that the vow we made to each other 16 years ago to be each others’ maids of honour even if one got married first would not be fulfilled. Please, re-examine your heart and find a place in it to forgive me.

Yours now and always,

‘Mololu.”

The tears came pouring down. I couldn’t say exactly why and they were not asking. I felt sorry for myself. I felt sad because I really wasn’t crazy about Segun but we could have made it work, I guess. Omololu now was benefitting from all the prayers I invested in Segun, all the fasting. That, more than anything hurt me. I would have married Segun. I just needed him to pass one more test and voila, I’d have said yes to him. I never thought he’d stop loving me. I never though I’d lose him and certainly not to my friend, my supposed best friend.

***

I eventually decided to be her Chief Bridesmaid and muster strength to be happy for her. There was no faking the look of intense joy on her face when I told her I changed my mind. She jumped on me in her usual boisterous fashion, laughing and crying at the same time.

God has been helping me. It has been hard. Especially when I see the look on Segun’s face as he looks at her. He never looked at me that way, I must confess.

His business has been doing greatly and he is sparing nothing for his wedding. His daughter, upon Omololu’s request, will be both the little bride and the flower girl. Omololu’s nephew will be the ringbearer. Her Eli Saab dress is absolutely beautiful. Segun flew us both to England to get it. She asked for a size bigger and I suspect she is pregnant.



With each day, the feeling of hurt and betrayal gets slowly taken over by happiness for her and hope for my own future. I still haven’t met anyone worth reporting on and despite this, I have joy. Not happiness, but joy; joy that all will turn out well. But for now, I still can’t help from asking myself each time I look at Omololu, ‘How could she?!‘

***

Ok, MCLA readers, what are your views on this situation?

-Would you accuse Omololu of being a conniving, scheming friend? Or would you blame the writer for being a slow person who forgot that time waits for no man and who possibly had started taking Segun for granted? Or should we lay the blame at Segun’s feet, the slimy bastard who had the nerve to move from one girl to her best friend? Or is there really anyone to blame? Could it not be argued, and successfully too, that when love takes over, restraint is hard, if not impossible, to practise and maybe, as Omololu stated in her letter, Segun was never destined to be with her friend?

-Do you support long periods of ‘fronting’ or as some term it, due diligence/waiting on God’s approval? How long is too long for a girl to keep a guy hanging?

-Also, the issue is raised on the appropriateness or not of a guy coming on strong and speaking of marriage early on thereby making a girl overly careful and scared to say yes.

-I also see the matter of getting your friend close to your man or potential man. How close is too close? Was the writer silly in giving them that opportunity to start something or would it have happened anyway?

-There is also the issue of being a good nice girl who would not accept anything (gifts etc.) from a guy as you want to build things together and do not want to appear to be using him and then along comes ‘Sisi Nene’ who takes whatever she is offered, sometimes even demsnding,  and dude keeps loving her deeper and deeper.

These are a few of the issues I identified. Do you see more? What are your thoughts?

Muse with me!

Temiville.xoxo

Hi, good morning professionals. I have a question. Is it possible to hire a professional HR person to find me a job, specifically in the oil and gas industry?

Hi dianah well said. Been ages how is MHG....

moremi SHUT THE FUCKUP........ How e take affect you. Leave the man to solve his emotional issues. Titan handle your biz man. Its all good.

@Op been there done that, the solution is very simple, you have to bomb that bridge so you can never ever think of crossing it again. Sorry it might sound wicked, but for your peace of mind and in the spirit of moving one, take your phone construct the most distructive text message you can ever send to her, that if she reads it you know there is no chance in hell you 2 will ever get back, send it, sit back relax your new life has started. Except your really low and are a boy not a man, and will go back begging, this will work.

@op, you said 6months, please find out the current state of that boy, I must commend you, that you have started something trying to educate your mum on her bad behaviour, but am sorry to say you have not done anything substancial for that boy, your mother has broken his spirit, and God forbid you get a call one day saying your mother is dead and was stabbed to death by that boy. Do something now, make a bolder move and get that boy out of that house, its obvious that boy hates your mum and hate is a dangerous tool in the hands of the devil. Am sure you have not thot about it from this angle, well now think about it. God bless you and God help rescue that poor boy from the evil doings of your mum.

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I am sorry people, I have been AWOL for a while, I'll still write the things to watch out for. Spread the word, let people know.

@avatur please go to the hospital and check your bp, first thing tomorrow morning, while your at it also check your protein level in ur urine. Nothing to panic about, just to rule out any issues. Also how long have ur leg, face and hand been swollen.

Thank you all, for your comments, it brought tears to my eyes and am in a public place. I couldn't help it. Yes it is well and am holding on the promise of God and having birth like the hebrew women for wifey. The story is ended, wifey survived it, she was induced that night and by friday after the still born baby and placenta came out. Now that was the painful part for me, that wifey still had to go through the pains of labour with no baby to show for it. I still remember when I went in to drop a blood result to the nurses, the doctors barely allowed me go out, when the said madam, oya its time. The way wifey screamed as they went about bringing the baby and the way i ran out of the labour ward.no you have to give it up to these women, no man can go into labour we were not built to handle such pain. Women I salute you. I will still come and drop words of advice on what to look for and what to do when you find yourself in this position. Thank you all for reading. It is well with you all, God bless you all amen

Get the complete story here https://www.nairaland.com/920090/pre-eclampsia-story thank you for reading.

My pre-eclampsia story, I will tell from the man's point of view. We got preg in sept baby dancing (bd) after her birthday. Shortly after she felt sick, went to the hospital, and got treated for malaria, we didn't know she was preg at the time. Shortly after she informed me she didn't see her period. I asked her to go do a test which came out +ve. @ the time we were not married. So immediately started wedding preparations, 1st trimester went quickly without any morning sickness just always feeling sleepy, well unlucky for me I wasn't around to experience that period. Now wedding over in december fast forward to january 3 we started antenatal and the normal drugs were prescribed and given ( at the time I wasn't too involved, didn't think I was needed) guy pls be very involved. Then she started work it was tough at first and she was happy when the strike started so she could get some rest. Strike got called off then the nightmare started.

New update on my pre-eclampsia story.

This story of our loss, is to make people aware of this pre-eclampsia issue that can happen to pregnant women. My writing about it is my way of grieving for my lost seed. I will come back and write about what steps to take to help if you ever find yourself in this position. What to look out for and how to hold on to hope when this time comes. I will be back. Don't feel bad for us, we have dealt with our loss the best way possible. Thank you for reading.

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So the week started with good news for us, and we heaved a sign of result at the scan result. The doctors now changed their mouth about lagoon, and were now saying let's give the baby 6 more weeks to cook more. Hmmmm me I just agreed and went home that night and slept very well. Now a week before the scan that scared us, when our baby was growning well, wifey also noticed that baby was kicking as frequently as how he used to. This started when wifey was given anti-malaria drug fansidar. She reacted badly to the drug, where her mum also confirmed that she always reacted badly to it. So after that time baby movement was slow, but since we had an updated scan that showed our baby was growing there was no cause for alarm. So we now started a new week, while wifey was eating as much as she could eat ( she really didn't have much appetite, which is funny for a pregnant woman) so as she ate as much as she could, we both prayed for God to look after our baby and for the baby to grow at least up to 1kg. So the time to do our 30week scan had arrived, this was on thursday april 5th 2012, holy thursday. So it got to our turn like 6:30pm we went it, with our hopes up on how well our baby would have grown, we were hoping for another miracle growth. So we got into the lap and the process was started, wifey had told me to look at the screen, which I didn't. I saw on the screen stuff on that didn't make sense, it showed something like 22weeks + 5days, but I paid no notice to that, how can a baby reduce growth. My wife was asking the lab guy how the baby was doing At that point the lab guy mumbled something like at this point her health was what was most important. And as quickly as the scan started it ended. I asked the guy what was up, he said I should wait for an hour to get the result, which I would give to my doctor. Wifey was a bit uneasy I told her to relax that it would be okay, in my heart all was not well. So finally I got hold of the result and before I could say let's get it to the doctor wifey took it from me and tore it open. We saw 2 items there. One of them I understood, that wifey had too much water retention, the other one I didn't understand. I explained to wifey and got her back to the ward. I immediately called the doctor handling our case and told him the one I didn't understand and he paused for a while on the phone and when he spoke he told me that wasn't a good report ohh, but that he was coming to wifeys ward to see me. When he came, he just made it clear to me what was up and it was up to me to tell wifey. So with a broken heart, I went in and told wifey our dear unborn child had given up the fight. Our unborn baby had died.

Hi, all I know many people don't know about pre-eclampsia, its a possible situation a pregnant woman can find herself, where her life and that of her unborn child can be threatened, its a silent killer. It happened to me and wifey so am writing from my point of view so people will learn more about it and know what to expect and what to do to help possible prevention. I have written it in health section its long and would be difficult for me to replicate again, so please click the link bellow to go there. https://www.nairaland.com/920090/pre-eclampsia-story

Wifey is a banker, and we were able to get time off work. She works hard and is nice so the bosses had no issues with her. Plus they always visited and called. Very impressed with them. @ib she didn't have consipation, just belched a lot. But she was always stooling.

Thank you guys for the comments. I will do my best to finish the story today. And this is no story book, everything I write happened to me and wifey.

New update on my pre-eclampsia story available. Read and be more away of this silent killers of pregnant women and their babies. https://www.nairaland.com/920090/pre-eclampsia-story

I have updated my pre-eclampsia story. You can find it here. https://www.nairaland.com/920090/pre-eclampsia-story please read and maybe learn a thing or 2.

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My pastor helped me a lot at the time and had me change my confessions so many times when I would put up some funny status on my bb. He told me to hold on to God for my miracle and stand on the word, well I won't lie at times it was hard but I did my best, to say things as how I wanted them to be not as how it was at the time. So I would clean my eyes and go to the hospital to carry out one test or the other for wifey and also put up a bold face and let her know everything was alright. So this is how we did it till before you know it, we had spent, 7weeks, wow you would say we had tried abi. Yes we had tried, now we also had to do scans to see how the baby was doing, which we had been doing, but I must confess I didn't take much notice of the details of that result, the scan people always said baby is okay, but also gave us new EDD, that didn't raise any bells for us at the time, wish I knew what I do now who know maybe things would have been different. So our EDD was now 2weeks more than our first EDD on our 1st scan. I really didn't take much notice then. So there comes our 28weeks scan, we did scan every 2weeks in the hospital then. So after that scan, the result was not good, we found our baby was small for his age about 576g when at his age he should be 1kg, that brought up a lot of worries for the doctors, since they were thinking of how to operate and bring the baby out by our 30weeks. A great cause for worry, cos they didn't have the facility to take care of the baby, another round of wahala now started, doctors started saying something like referring us to lagoon hospital, haaa by the time I asked some questions outside about their bills I had my heart in my mouth, how in God's name was I going to handle this, by the time my MIL and my mother heard the news on the size of the baby, they both panicked and were on my case to abort the baby and move on that God would give us a new child, that they didn't want any child that would not be complete. Hmmmm. But then I held on to God's word with my faith I stood and said nothing would happen, we would still have this baby. The consultant now came and said we should give it one more week and see how things progressed. Before then wifey wasn't really eating so we just even started a new diet for her where she could choose what she wanted to eat and had just started eating. So she started eating, forcing it down, the woman tried, even when she didn't want to eat, plus she was on low salt diet cos of her water retention, her face was swollen, hands and legs, even her belly was swollen, not in the normal belly bump swelling, she was swollen on the sides, all that with water. So she started eating better than before, and was praying,I was praying too. My church was praying for me too. My MIL had her church praying for us too. So finally the week passed and with a heart pounding, we went for a new scan. Praise be to God, the scan result came out greater than we imagined, I was just praying to God that if the baby could just grown 100g-150g I would be happy. Our baby grew by 200g and was 776g.

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My pre-eclampsia story5
Now after that talk, I was pretty shaken, scared of what my yet to be born child would go through to live. Went back to wifey we talked, looked at everything cause she too was scared because the doctors had also put the fear of her dying to her too. So we decided to go ahead with the recommendation and I had the doctor write me the drug to induce labour and evacuation. Bought the drug, by then my MIL had come and we told her our decision, she told us to hold on a bit let the consultant come and make d final decision. Well the consultant came and he said the situation could be managed, let's see how we can use drugs to manage her bp and allow the baby develop for 9weeks more then a CS will be performed to bring out the baby and onward into an incubator. So we were admitted into the ward to adhere to strict bed rest. So a new journey started, how I was at the hospital everyday for the next 9weeks except for days when I would decide to sit back and catch my breathe at home and reflect on the happening. Now let's talk about the cocktail of drugs wifey had to swallow like 3 or 4times daily and funny hours. We came into the hospital taking the maximum dose of aldomet 1gram, so the doctors divided that up and gave her 250mg every 4 hours, Nifedipine 40mg every 8 hours, so sometimes she would be woken up in the night around 2am to take drugs. I felt sorry for her and wished I could ease the pain, but I now know why God made women be the ones to bear the kids, a man can't go through the pains they go through. If we are able to do it once that will be the end no more kids for us. So the first few weeks were tough, cos wifey just could not settle down, the place was so uncomfortable for her, the bed was painful, the light disturbed her. The nurses were not it at all, looking back from the private hospital we came from, where she had the room to herself, ac, and the light was off so she could sleep, nurses where kind, she also chose what she wanted to eat from the kitchen, compared to that, the place she was at the time was hell. She lost appetite for food, the place was hot, I did get her a fan, but nepa wasn't kind either. Now the other patients there, were all pregnant too so they all helped themselves, keeping each other company gisting and making friends, these ladies had their own issues too, I heard cases I couldn't believe my ears and gave these women and their husbands a big hand, they had seen things, women that had miscarriages, 6 times and were in the hospital, with there 7th pregnancy, some 3 miscarriages, some 2. Some had not even ever conceived b4, met a woman there that was there for an operation, she had don 4 ivf's none worked each at about 1.2million each. Haaa I said God Is this how hard this thing should be. So every week we had to do like 3 different blood test, so as to check her internal organs to be sure they were functioning well, urinalysis, the 24 hour protein test, everyday protein test, then the doctors had their rounds morning and evening where your case would be discussed, cos weather you liked it or not you were a test subject whereby the students used to learn to broaden their knowledge. Now on my part work was out the window concentrating was not possible so much for me at the time, sometime I would get home sit down think about it all, and tears will fall down my eyes and I would start to pray and ask God, why, what was the thing I had done wrong, why put this girl through all this.....

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