Keith turned one month last week.
I have typed that opening line 6 times and I still don’t believe it. I have a baby in arms – not right now of course 🙂 I’m writing this as he sleeps. But seriously, I have a baby!! Most times I don’t believe he’s mine. I constantly stare at him as he sleeps; out of awe at how amazing God has been to me. And to make sure he is breathing. The latter is a major struggle for mums who’ve lost a baby – But I will write about that another day. Today though I’m remembering how this adorable little man came to this world and I am so very grateful for the miracle of childbirth.
Keith was born at 37 weeks and boy did he make a dramatic entrance…
June 2nd at 1:25 am
“Wanjiru, here is your son!”
Dr. Wakahe my gynecologists said those words choking away the emotion. She’s walked with me for 5 years and finally here was the baby. She was standing at the right side of the operating table holding him so I could look at him. Until now I can’t describe what I felt at that particular moment. I remember being so emotional my chest was heavy. I remember hearing the pediatrician score him mentioning each of his vitals. At this point I was drifting in and out of consciousness. I experienced things in bits and pieces after that. Lots of blank blocks of time. Being wheeled out of theater and into the observation room. Blank. Being taken to maternity ward. Another blank. My husband at the side of the bed assuring me baby was fine in the nursery. Deep sleep. Husband with the birth registration lady standing next to my bed. Husband joking about changing the baby’s name now that I couldn’t stop him. More deep sleep.
The next time I woke up I was in a different room but feeling much more alert. And then he was brought to me. I remember crying immediately he was put in my arms. After six hours of intense labor and being rushed to theater for an emergency CS, my body was feeling beaten and bruised but for a few minutes all I felt was joy. It had been a crazy day indeed. Less than 24 hours before that we had been to a friend’s wedding where I attempted to dance but only succeeded at wobbling. Side note: Aaron, now that the baby was not born on your wedding day you see why we didn’t name him Aaron? No hard feelings, right? LOL
After we left the wedding we talked about going to watch the new Pirates of The Caribbean movie but decided against it and instead went home – thank God we did. 20 minutes after we walked through our door my water broke. I remember yelling “the baby is coming!” to my husband who proceeded to handle the declaration so calmly it shocked me. That calm quickly dissolved as soon as we grabbed the hospital bag and hit the road. Thank God it was a public holiday because the speed he was driving at was most likely illegal. And that was the start to Keith’s dramatic entry.
Let me say right now that I think I was a trooper but we all know that there are no heros when it comes to labor. Having been on meds to stop contractions for most of third trimester I had to be induced. The moment that drip was inserted into my arm my sanity immediately started to ebb out. Thank God for my Douala Ciru Ciera (founder of Nurturing Moms) because without her we’d have completely forgotten all we learnt during the child birth classes. And after 6 hours of walking those corridors in horrible pain we had to go to the theater. I remember seeing my husband hesitate to sign those forms and I silently freaked out too. I’ve never had any surgery. But I am blessed with a fantastic doctor so we knew if she said things were not good indeed they were not. And hearing that the anesthetist was the best there is didn’t hurt either. All I remember about the theater was that it was so cold I was shivering. And of course being told to hug the pillow for that back injection! Soon after, my boy’s cry pierced the chilly morning air. And he has changed our lives since then.
Some days I wake up wondering how come I’m not pregnant anymore. Then I see that scar on my belly and this cute boy in the crib and I remember. I remember that God has been extremely good to me. That I am blessed beyond measure. That He has allowed me to not only be part of many beautiful rainbow mums’ stories but now I have my own too. I am stumbling through this journey of motherhood, learning on the job like all other mothers. And it’s tough. But that’s not what we are talking about today. Today I am celebrating the successful end of my rainbow pregnancy and the start of another amazing journey – being someone’s mother! I want all moms for a minute to forget the sleepless nights, challenges they may be having with breastfeeding, feelings of being overwhelmed when those baby blues kicked in, painful bodies beaten by labor and/or surgery. For a minute let’s just be grateful we have participated in this beautiful miracle of childbirth. Let’s be proud of our bodies – stretch marks and all. Let’s just be happy God has allowed us to participate in creation.
Author: Wanjiru Kihusa
I am Wanjiru Kihusa and I’m a writer and founder of Still A Mum – an organization that seeks to reduce maternal and newborn deaths in Africa. I am especially passionate about women and children.
I blog to share my thoughts and experiences hoping that in the process someone will learn from my life.