Hello mas, how Una dey?

Pls I av a few questions.
First, which is the best sanitary pad to buy in preparation for child birth.
Which brand of baby clothes are considered very durable.

Has anyone bought new born clothes from pep stores before? Are they good enof?

Thanks

Let me add my name

zaynie:




Amen!


Hunniesuzie, itissettled3 receive it!

Giddyperson is next on line
Then let's not forget Enque and Jazzyjazz and Chanbaby and Sansa143 and most importantly Babythug
All those that have gone to build house on newborn thread. Let them receive anointing to come back here

FloraEC:


Ahh ah! Why are people faking this news ni. Househelp ke? What I read on fp was that he pretend to be a she to get a job in a company somewhere in Niger state but was caught by his/her colleague when his clothes malfunctioned after many years of working with them.


See the link https://www.nairaland.com/4169701/man-disguised-woman-secure-job

Following your link, this didn't even happen in Nigeria, and probably a distorted story.
The Carte Sanitaire is for Niger republic.

Wow! Too many mentions, numerous likes. I'm so grateful for the awesome show of love. I'm still at the hospital, still in pains, but lemme submit my BS sharp sharp. Please pray with me for quick recovery. BS in a bit.

Itissettled3:
Let me add my name

Amen and Amen

My Birth Story. Part 1.

Immensely grateful to God Almighty for granting even me, this privilege, I am most unworthy.

Got married last year and ttced for about 3 months (if you call it so), because I previously thought once you're married, pregnancy is sure. I know better now.

Early into the pregnancy, I was having cramps. Someone on this thread once had a miscarriage after cramping, so I didn't want to take it for granted.
Went to the hospital and doc did vaginal swab and urine test and treated me for candida and UTI.

Around 12 weeks, cramping started again and dh and I went to another hospital. Did scanning and they said there were 2 fibroids militating against the pregnancy. Said he could only prescribe tramadol asides PCM, but that it was risky sha.
I decided I couldn't take the risk and would rather bear the pains.

It wasn't funny, but gradually the pains stopped.
At 20 weeks, I went for another scan in a different place, and the sonographer said there was no fibroids. You needed to see my joy.

Gradually we kept on. All the scans we did and LO refused to show us gender. Around 30 weeks, we decided we would travel home since my mum is a nurse. Around 38 weeks, we took off for my hometown. Hubby's leave was meant to start at 39 weeks, then he would join me fully. So he just took me to mumsy and returned to work the next day.

Mumsy's hospital was on strike, so we went to a private hospital belonging to a doctor from her general hospital.
He was the one who delivered me years ago, and his medical practice had gone way back.
He scanned and tested me and said
1. Baby was overdue
2. Amniotic fluid was decreasing
3. Baby was big
4. Fetal heartbeat was at the peak of normal
5. There were fibroids, and not just one or two
6. My PCV was quite low at 30%


My mum is a staunch believer in the Hebrew women birth, so she got offended when I asked her twice how much does cs cost. She was like, why am I asking?
So I kept quiet. My dad returned home in the evening and asked how our hospital runs went. I told him doctor said baby was big and already overdue.

Dad simply said, then go and bring your baby out na. Mumsy was shocked, like, is that what your saying? That was how I had a partner and my voice became stronger. I asked her if having a cs was a sin. She said, no but... I said then no buts.
She sha agreed to go discuss it with the doctor.

Very early the next day, she had already booked a date in her mind for the cs. She went to see doctor and he said, the reason why he didn't say anything the previous day was cause he wouldn't know my reaction. He said having a cs was best for me.

Immediately, they called dh and related things to him and he began to prepare to come immediately.
We decided to use a few days to boost my PCV from 30% before the cs. We were booked against Tuesday, my 39th week.

Hubby was back by Sunday, and Monday evening, we went to the Hospital.
My blood pressure that was normal all through my pregnancy had suddenly shot up. They checked my PCV and said it had only increased by 3%
Asked us to go get donors. Luckily for me, mum, dad and dh all had matching blood groups, so they were screened one after the other. Dad's was not enough to donate, mum's and dh's were better.
That night, we all slept at the hospital, excluding dad. My younger brother joined us to sleep over.

Very early the next morning, they came to collect the blood. Two pints were collected from mum and dh. I took my bath, a nurse came to shave me and I was taken to the theatre. Mum was really nervous, and kept praying, and the doctor told her not to come to the theatre with us.

Na lie o, she said she wanted to pray with me and that was how she entered and stayed.
Before the main surgeon got in, I was being prepared by two others, but I was not comfortable with them.
I kept asking if the main surgeon wasn't coming. Thank God they didn't code that I was trying to say I'm not comfortable with them.

Part 2.
DH and kid bro were just in the next room and they could hear everything. Mumsy stayed by my head side, even though her doctor colleague kept asking her to leave. She just wouldn't buldge. All was set and someone was asked to pray. Meanwhile, I had requested for the type where I could watch things happen, but the doctor said no way! I was too curious and wouldn't let him work freely. Remember that we had some sought of relationship and I was really worried if he would be able to deliver.

So they started praying, and that was the last thing I remembered. Then I began to have all kinds of dreams that I couldn't explain. Then I would come back to the subconscious and hear myself groaning. I could hear mumsy by my head side holding my head and consoling me. Then I would zoom off to my inexplicable dreamland. Mum said that I would start groaning when the anesthesia began to wear off, and then some more would be given.

My baby was brought out and guess what? Her cord was tied into a tight nut. This was where she got her food from, and was breathing through, so how come it was tightly nutted and she was still alive?
The surgeon said in all his years of practice, he had never seen a baby survive with a nutted cord.

Secondly, her amniotic fluid was totally exhausted, yet my overcomer baby was still alive and kicking.

Then, even though she was positioned head down, she was going to come out with her face. Like, her face was supposed to face the anus, but it was facing the veejay. Natural labour would have been really stressful, and considering the nutted cord and finished amniotic fluid, who knows how long more she would have survived the stress?

Forthly, fibroids were brought out of me. As in NINE FIBRIODS! Two mighty ones and seven smaller ones. I was initially scared and suggested that they shouldn't touch the fibroids that were seen in scan cos of loss of blood like I read on this thread. Remember that my PCV was already low. Imagine more loss of blood... The doctor himself said not many doctors would agree to do both together, it was quite risky. He just trusted God to make it successful.

The doctor really took his time searching everywhere for anymore fibroids, cos scan only picked two. My dh was called in to see the fibroids while doctor was still working, and the guy almost fainted. He had to be taken out immediately. Doc then asked mum to call dad since hubby no get liver.
Dad came in, saw all the fibroids and walked out without saying a word.
Guyman had stepped into the next room and was weeping! Like real tears.
Mumsy followed him out since he didn't say a word only to meet my old man in tears. He was like, so all those things were in my daughter and she was still able to conceive? And the baby survived all the toxic environment and still came out 3.8? That he was shedding tears of joy.

Mum came back to me in the theatre and they finished up. I was shuffling between the subconscious world and the unconscious. I knew when I was being lifted back to my room. Gradually I came through. When I could talk, I simply asked dh, boy or girl? He said girl and I immediately slept back. They brought her picture to me and all I could see were pink lips.
She came out so hairy that anyone who saw her was just ogling. One said that was the reason for my consistent heartburn.
I could see dh all over her, from her skin colour to her hair and even facial features.
It really did end in praise, and my testimonies are unquantifiable.

The only thing now is, since yesterday, I'm not being allowed to even taste water till I fart. Me that was Queen of Farts in my pregnancy is using torchlight to find it now.
Baby farted one big one and I asked her to dash me.
You people should help me beg God to dash me fart so I can at least take water and feed my girl. I don't even need food, just fart...

END OF BS.

portable4real:


No be only you waka come. Am team may, 15 weeks gone with 14 months old boy..
I don kukuma announced here before but no one to welcome me...

OH my newest mama, I kukuma welcome u but I later noticed it wasn't posted even with most posts I made that day.

On behalf of myself and other Team May, you are welcome to our one big happy, loving, stress free, miraculous conception and supernatural delivery team with 20billion for our account

We are sorry once again, oya reply with ur Edd so I can update ur profile.

curvilicious:


They are thiefing them
See ur face mtchew

I will like to follow you on your next mission

ifyalways:

Following your link, this didn't even happen in Nigeria, and probably a distorted story.
The Carte Sanitaire is for Niger republic.

Yea Niger Republic my mistake. Even if is a distorted story at least they should stop twisting it the more, very soon you will read ''a man pretending to be a woman caught in a brothel" men be careful who you pick on the road.

Anugod:
Part 2.
DH and kid bro were just in the next room and they could hear everything. Mumsy stayed by my head side, even though her doctor colleague kept asking her to leave. She just wouldn't buldge. All was set and someone was asked to pray. Meanwhile, I had requested for the type where I could watch things happen, but the doctor said no way! I was too curious and wouldn't let him work freely. Remember that we had some sought of relationship and I was really worried if he would be able to deliver.

So they started praying, and that was the last thing I remembered. Then I began to have all kinds of dreams that I couldn't explain. Then I would come back to the subconscious and hear myself groaning. I could hear mumsy by my head side holding my head and consoling me. Then I would zoom off to my inexplicable dreamland. Mum said that I would start groaning when the anesthesia began to wear off, and then some more would be given.

My baby was brought out and guess what? Her cord was tied into a tight nut. This was where she got her food from, and was breathing through, so how come it was tightly nutted and she was still alive?
The surgeon said in all his years of practice, he had never seen a baby survive with a nutted cord.

Secondly, her amniotic fluid was totally exhausted, yet my overcomer baby was still alive and kicking.

Then, even though she was positioned head down, she was going to come out with her face. Like, her face was supposed to face the anus, but it was facing the veejay. Natural labour would have been really stressful, and considering the nutted cord and finished amniotic fluid, who knows how long more she would have survived the stress?

Forthly, fibroids were brought out of me. As in NINE FIBRIODS! Two mighty ones and seven smaller ones. I was initially scared and suggested that they shouldn't touch the fibroids that were seen in scan cos of loss of blood like I read on this thread. Remember that my PCV was already low. Imagine more loss of blood...

My dh was called in to see the fibroids while doctor was still working, and the guy almost fainted. He had to be taken out immediately. Doc then asked mum to call dad since hubby no get liver.
Dad came in, saw all the fibroids and walked out without saying a word.
Guyman had stepped into the next room and was weeping! Like real tears.
Mumsy followed him out since he didn't say a word only to meet my old man in tears. He was like, so all those things were in my daughter and she was still able to conceive? And the baby survived all the toxic environment and still came out 3.8? That he was shedding tears of joy.

Mum came back to me in the theatre and they finished up. I was shuffling between the subconscious world and the unconscious. I knew when I was being lifted back to my room. Gradually I came through. When I could talk, I simply asked dh, boy or girl? He said girl and I immediately slept back. They brought her picture to me and all I could see were pink lips.
She came out so hairy that anyone who saw her was just ogling. One said that was the reason for my consistent heartburn.
I could see dh all over her, from her skin colour to her hair and even facial features.
It really did end in praise, and my testimonies are unquantifiable.

The only thing now is, since yesterday, I'm not being allowed to even taste water till I fart. Me that was Queen of Farts in my pregnancy is using torchlight to find it now.
Baby farted one big one and I asked her to dash me.
You people should help me beg God to dash me fart so I can at least take water and feed my girl. I don't even need food, just fart...

END OF BS.

I had goose pimples just reading this. Indeed,the ways of God is truly mysterious to men. God protect you and yours. Amen.

FloraEC:


Ahh ah! Why are people faking this news ni. Househelp ke? What I read on fp was that he pretend to be a she to get a job in a company somewhere in Niger state but was caught by his/her colleague when his clothes malfunctioned after many years of working with them.


See the link https://www.nairaland.com/4169701/man-disguised-woman-secure-job

Na house help I hear oo, said he claimed to be a lady n was working in the house. Whichever way, house help or to get a job in a company let's be careful. Why will any1 disguise to get a job though

curvilicious:


Na so una take dey spoil my nane so o
I be Kelizosuy?

Anugod:

It really did end in praise, and my testimonies are unquantifiable.
END OF BS.

Blessed be the name of the Lord!
What a BS.
Congratulations once again.

Anugod:
Part 2.
DH and kid bro were just in the next room and they could hear everything. Mumsy stayed by my head side, even though her doctor colleague kept asking her to leave. She just wouldn't buldge. All was set and someone was asked to pray. Meanwhile, I had requested for the type where I could watch things happen, but the doctor said no way! I was too curious and wouldn't let him work freely. Remember that we had some sought of relationship and I was really worried if he would be able to deliver.

So they started praying, and that was the last thing I remembered. Then I began to have all kinds of dreams that I couldn't explain. Then I would come back to the subconscious and hear myself groaning. I could hear mumsy by my head side holding my head and consoling me. Then I would zoom off to my inexplicable dreamland. Mum said that I would start groaning when the anesthesia began to wear off, and then some more would be given.

My baby was brought out and guess what? Her cord was tied into a tight nut. This was where she got her food from, and was breathing through, so how come it was tightly nutted and she was still alive?
The surgeon said in all his years of practice, he had never seen a baby survive with a nutted cord.

Secondly, her amniotic fluid was totally exhausted, yet my overcomer baby was still alive and kicking.

Then, even though she was positioned head down, she was going to come out with her face. Like, her face was supposed to face the anus, but it was facing the veejay. Natural labour would have been really stressful, and considering the nutted cord and finished amniotic fluid, who knows how long more she would have survived the stress?

Forthly, fibroids were brought out of me. As in NINE FIBRIODS! Two mighty ones and seven smaller ones. I was initially scared and suggested that they shouldn't touch the fibroids that were seen in scan cos of loss of blood like I read on this thread. Remember that my PCV was already low. Imagine more loss of blood... The doctor himself said not many doctors would agree to do both together, it was quite risky. He just trusted God to make it successful.

The doctor really took his time searching everywhere for anymore fibroids, cos scan only picked two. My dh was called in to see the fibroids while doctor was still working, and the guy almost fainted. He had to be taken out immediately. Doc then asked mum to call dad since hubby no get liver.
Dad came in, saw all the fibroids and walked out without saying a word.
Guyman had stepped into the next room and was weeping! Like real tears.
Mumsy followed him out since he didn't say a word only to meet my old man in tears. He was like, so all those things were in my daughter and she was still able to conceive? And the baby survived all the toxic environment and still came out 3.8? That he was shedding tears of joy.

Mum came back to me in the theatre and they finished up. I was shuffling between the subconscious world and the unconscious. I knew when I was being lifted back to my room. Gradually I came through. When I could talk, I simply asked dh, boy or girl? He said girl and I immediately slept back. They brought her picture to me and all I could see were pink lips.
She came out so hairy that anyone who saw her was just ogling. One said that was the reason for my consistent heartburn.
I could see dh all over her, from her skin colour to her hair and even facial features.
It really did end in praise, and my testimonies are unquantifiable.

The only thing now is, since yesterday, I'm not being allowed to even taste water till I fart. Me that was Queen of Farts in my pregnancy is using torchlight to find it now.
Baby farted one big one and I asked her to dash me.
You people should help me beg God to dash me fart so I can at least take water and feed my girl. I don't even need food, just fart...

END OF BS.

My God! Jehovah Overdo! He is forever faithful. Congratulations Anugod.

Anugod what a wawu BS I really bless God on ur behalf. God's healing hands upon u and praying for a quick recovery for u.

Anugod thank God for you and your lo.. Fart de load no worry

Anugod:
Part 2.
DH and kid bro were just in the next room and they could hear everything. Mumsy stayed by my head side, even though her doctor colleague kept asking her to leave. She just wouldn't buldge. All was set and someone was asked to pray. Meanwhile, I had requested for the type where I could watch things happen, but the doctor said no way! I was too curious and wouldn't let him work freely. Remember that we had some sought of relationship and I was really worried if he would be able to deliver.

So they started praying, and that was the last thing I remembered. Then I began to have all kinds of dreams that I couldn't explain. Then I would come back to the subconscious and hear myself groaning. I could hear mumsy by my head side holding my head and consoling me. Then I would zoom off to my inexplicable dreamland. Mum said that I would start groaning when the anesthesia began to wear off, and then some more would be given.

My baby was brought out and guess what? Her cord was tied into a tight nut. This was where she got her food from, and was breathing through, so how come it was tightly nutted and she was still alive?
The surgeon said in all his years of practice, he had never seen a baby survive with a nutted cord.

Secondly, her amniotic fluid was totally exhausted, yet my overcomer baby was still alive and kicking.

Then, even though she was positioned head down, she was going to come out with her face. Like, her face was supposed to face the anus, but it was facing the veejay. Natural labour would have been really stressful, and considering the nutted cord and finished amniotic fluid, who knows how long more she would have survived the stress?

Forthly, fibroids were brought out of me. As in NINE FIBRIODS! Two mighty ones and seven smaller ones. I was initially scared and suggested that they shouldn't touch the fibroids that were seen in scan cos of loss of blood like I read on this thread. Remember that my PCV was already low. Imagine more loss of blood... The doctor himself said not many doctors would agree to do both together, it was quite risky. He just trusted God to make it successful.

The doctor really took his time searching everywhere for anymore fibroids, cos scan only picked two. My dh was called in to see the fibroids while doctor was still working, and the guy almost fainted. He had to be taken out immediately. Doc then asked mum to call dad since hubby no get liver.
Dad came in, saw all the fibroids and walked out without saying a word.
Guyman had stepped into the next room and was weeping! Like real tears.
Mumsy followed him out since he didn't say a word only to meet my old man in tears. He was like, so all those things were in my daughter and she was still able to conceive? And the baby survived all the toxic environment and still came out 3.8? That he was shedding tears of joy.

Mum came back to me in the theatre and they finished up. I was shuffling between the subconscious world and the unconscious. I knew when I was being lifted back to my room. Gradually I came through. When I could talk, I simply asked dh, boy or girl? He said girl and I immediately slept back. They brought her picture to me and all I could see were pink lips.
She came out so hairy that anyone who saw her was just ogling. One said that was the reason for my consistent heartburn.
I could see dh all over her, from her skin colour to her hair and even facial features.
It really did end in praise, and my testimonies are unquantifiable.

The only thing now is, since yesterday, I'm not being allowed to even taste water till I fart. Me that was Queen of Farts in my pregnancy is using torchlight to find it now.
Baby farted one big one and I asked her to dash me.
You people should help me beg God to dash me fart so I can at least take water and feed my girl. I don't even need food, just fart...

END OF BS.

Thank God for your life and that of the baby, it can only be God. May she grow in strength n wisdom. May ur joy remain permanent. It can only be God.

What a Mighty God we serve. He does great and marvellous things. @Anugod. Congrats mama. Welcome little angel. God will perfect the work He has started,it is well with u ma.

Congratulations, Anugod! Your story was...mmmmm!
I'm happy for you.

Congratulations once more Anugod....
Your miracle is permanent

Anugod:
Part 2.
I don't even need food, just fart...

END OF BS.

Wow..... what a BS, thank God it ended in praise
Dozen of fart fall on you in Jesus name.... Amen

beautifulrosa:
Hello mas, how Una dey?

Pls I av a few questions.
First, which is the best sanitary pad to buy in preparation for child birth.
Which brand of baby clothes are considered very durable.

Has anyone bought new born clothes from pep stores before? Are they good enof?

Thanks

Sanitary pad for delivery which they ask for in most hospitals is ladysept. I think I used 2 in the hospital and the remainder at home for post delivery bleeding. Brands: Carters; George; mothercare etc

The pep store brand is cuddlesome and they're quite lovely. I bought a no of newborn clothes there and bobo gets compliments. They r also not so pricey and they have variety.

goodfortun:


Sanitary pad for delivery which they ask for in most hospitals is ladysept. I think I used 2 in the hospital and the remainder at home for post delivery bleeding. Brands: Carters; George; mothercare etc

The pep store brand is cuddlesome and they're quite lovely. I bought a no of newborn clothes there and bobo gets compliments. They r also not so pricey and they have variety.

Thank you so much ma for ur response.
May God bless u tremendously.

beautifulrosa:


Thank you so much ma for ur response.
May God bless u tremendously.

You're welcome. God bless you too

[quote author=Anugod post=62401176]Part 2.
DH and kid bro were just in the next room and they could hear everything. Mumsy stayed by my head side, even though her doctor colleague kept asking her to leave. She just wouldn't buldge. All was set and someone was asked to pray. Meanwhile, I had requested for the type where I could watch things happen, but the doctor said no way! I was too curious and wouldn't let him work freely. Remember that we had some sought of relationship and I was really worried if he would be able to deliver.

So they started praying, and that was the last thing I remembered. Then I began to have all kinds of dreams that I couldn't explain. Then I would come back to the subconscious and hear myself groaning. I could hear mumsy by my head side holding my head and consoling me. Then I would zoom off to my inexplicable dreamland. Mum said that I would start groaning when the anesthesia began to wear off, and then some more would be given.

My baby was brought out and guess what? Her cord was tied into a tight nut. This was where she got her food from, and was breathing through, so how come it was tightly nutted and she was still alive?
The surgeon said in all his years of practice, he had never seen a baby survive with a nutted cord.

Secondly, her amniotic fluid was totally exhausted, yet my overcomer baby was still alive and kicking.

Then, even though she was positioned head down, she was going to come out with her face. Like, her face was supposed to face the anus, but it was facing the veejay. Natural labour would have been really stressful, and considering the nutted cord and finished amniotic fluid, who knows how long more she would have survived the stress?

Forthly, fibroids were brought out of me. As in NINE FIBRIODS! Two mighty ones and seven smaller ones. I was initially scared and suggested that they shouldn't touch the fibroids that were seen in scan cos of loss of blood like I read on this thread. Remember that my PCV was already low. Imagine more loss of blood... The doctor himself said not many doctors would agree to do both together, it was quite risky. He just trusted God to make it successful.

The doctor really took his time searching everywhere for anymore fibroids, cos scan only picked two. My dh was called in to see the fibroids while doctor was still working, and the guy almost fainted. He had to be taken out immediately. Doc then asked mum to call dad since hubby no get liver.
Dad came in, saw all the fibroids and walked out without saying a word.
Guyman had stepped into the next room and was weeping! Like real tears.
Mumsy followed him out since he didn't say a word only to meet my old man in tears. He was like, so all those things were in my daughter and she was still able to conceive? And the baby survived all the toxic environment and still came out 3.8? That he was shedding tears of joy.

Congratulations ma. what a wonderful God we serve.

Congratulations to all the New mommas. Please Kaduna and Abuja moms, where can I find molfix distributors. For Kaduna esp in the barnawa/narayi axis. And for abuja; in the metropolis.

Thanks!

PatKing:

I will like to follow you on your next mission

Maka why?
My teamies tell you say i dey share moni?

Kelizosuy ...happy 1 month b'day to baby Adele ..she is so cute

Anugod ...wow what a miraculous God we serve....Congratulations once again.

congratulation anugod,may ur life continue to ooze testimonies.

zaynie:



I'd say go to the hospital. If you're already at 3-4cm as at yesterday and contractions has stopped, you need to get it going again.
At this stage you can't be pumped full of oxytocin, it might be just a little to get the contractions going again and since you're dilatating fast, you might only need it for a few hours.
Also you might be having a painless delivery, Just go to the hospital and get checked.


You've done this before, you can do it again and again.
Good luck

Thanks ma. I've been to the hospital and was checked by a doctor and he said it's 2cm but the baby's head is still up. I was told to go home and come when labor starts.

Thank God it ended in praise. Trebor or Minta helps with the farts. Ask your doctor if it's ok, let them buy for you

Anugod:
Part 2.
DH and kid bro were just in the next room and they could hear everything. Mumsy stayed by my head side, even though her doctor colleague kept asking her to leave. She just wouldn't buldge. All was set and someone was asked to pray. Meanwhile, I had requested for the type where I could watch things happen, but the doctor said no way! I was too curious and wouldn't let him work freely. Remember that we had some sought of relationship and I was really worried if he would be able to deliver.

So they started praying, and that was the last thing I remembered. Then I began to have all kinds of dreams that I couldn't explain. Then I would come back to the subconscious and hear myself groaning. I could hear mumsy by my head side holding my head and consoling me. Then I would zoom off to my inexplicable dreamland. Mum said that I would start groaning when the anesthesia began to wear off, and then some more would be given.

My baby was brought out and guess what? Her cord was tied into a tight nut. This was where she got her food from, and was breathing through, so how come it was tightly nutted and she was still alive?
The surgeon said in all his years of practice, he had never seen a baby survive with a nutted cord.

Secondly, her amniotic fluid was totally exhausted, yet my overcomer baby was still alive and kicking.

Then, even though she was positioned head down, she was going to come out with her face. Like, her face was supposed to face the anus, but it was facing the veejay. Natural labour would have been really stressful, and considering the nutted cord and finished amniotic fluid, who knows how long more she would have survived the stress?

Forthly, fibroids were brought out of me. As in NINE FIBRIODS! Two mighty ones and seven smaller ones. I was initially scared and suggested that they shouldn't touch the fibroids that were seen in scan cos of loss of blood like I read on this thread. Remember that my PCV was already low. Imagine more loss of blood... The doctor himself said not many doctors would agree to do both together, it was quite risky. He just trusted God to make it successful.

The doctor really took his time searching everywhere for anymore fibroids, cos scan only picked two. My dh was called in to see the fibroids while doctor was still working, and the guy almost fainted. He had to be taken out immediately. Doc then asked mum to call dad since hubby no get liver.
Dad came in, saw all the fibroids and walked out without saying a word.
Guyman had stepped into the next room and was weeping! Like real tears.
Mumsy followed him out since he didn't say a word only to meet my old man in tears. He was like, so all those things were in my daughter and she was still able to conceive? And the baby survived all the toxic environment and still came out 3.8? That he was shedding tears of joy.

Mum came back to me in the theatre and they finished up. I was shuffling between the subconscious world and the unconscious. I knew when I was being lifted back to my room. Gradually I came through. When I could talk, I simply asked dh, boy or girl? He said girl and I immediately slept back. They brought her picture to me and all I could see were pink lips.
She came out so hairy that anyone who saw her was just ogling. One said that was the reason for my consistent heartburn.
I could see dh all over her, from her skin colour to her hair and even facial features.
It really did end in praise, and my testimonies are unquantifiable.

The only thing now is, since yesterday, I'm not being allowed to even taste water till I fart. Me that was Queen of Farts in my pregnancy is using torchlight to find it now.
Baby farted one big one and I asked her to dash me.
You people should help me beg God to dash me fart so I can at least take water and feed my girl. I don't even need food, just fart...

END OF BS.