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Ije nwa…My Birth Story

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It was at my 41st week appointment, on a Tuesday that the OBGYN I was seeing said 
‘…If this baby doesn’t come by Sunday, please come in for an induction. We need to get this baby out and he is growing bigger and bigger…’
Prior to then, I had NEVER read up on what induction entailed. I just knew it was a NO/NO for me. Occasionally, I would bump into posts on BabyCentre board for February mamas and I’ll just gloss over it. Once at ANC, I heard a 2nd time mom mention that she was induced and it was PAINFUL!!! ‘not my portion biko’ I had said to a friend. Now this???
Prior to then, I was having dreams (Bolaji would tell me later he too had dreams) that something happened to either I or the baby. After that report, I cut off communication from EVERYBODY and entered ‘The Secret place’. Time to fight to retain my victory. Of cos my mom and sis knew and so did Rev Femi and then Bolaji’s Pastor from Winners and they all prayed with me that I’ll labour naturally before the date set by the doctor. And then I told a FEW friends. Well now I think of it, aside my doctor bestie Valerie, I think it was only one person I told lol and then cut off too. I prayed, confessed, danced, jumped upandan, etc. Momsie said I should take castor oil to speed things up but thankfully before then, Valerie had already warned me not to ever try am incase anybody suggest. Then my sis told me how she too was delayed with her first child and our family doctor kept telling her not to try that castor oil thing. Anyways, I no try anything at all. I siddon dey wait. No braxton hicks. No bloody show. No water breaking. No engagement. No Nothing!!! Nwata no n’agbati ukwu n’ime ahu mmadu… Sigh
Saturday night was the AMVCAs and as I watched with hubs (Blossom Chuwkwujekwu was my star of the night. Of course, err’one loves my brother OC Ukeje), I jumped upandan, sideways, etc. Nothing happened. 
Sunday morning, I got up, showered and carry bag to dey go hospital in time for my 8am, hubs was like ‘mba, let’s go to church FIRST’. So we waka go church. I recall a midwife who told me how to comport myself and all… After church, I had lunch then hubs, momsie and I went to the hospital. I texted Rev and Pastor M to update them and told them to ring Bolaji for further info not me. Twas well past 2pm now. So we were directed to prenatal ward where I would be admitted and Bolaji given some stuff to buy for the cervical sweep. The Doctor was expected at about 7am so I said I was going home please to return when the doc comes. Everyone convinced me to stay. I agreed and took a bed. Hubs and momsie stayed a while and left. At about 8pm, d Doc came. Dr Lawal. Amazing young man. I had seen him at an earlier ANC session (37/38 weeks) so we were quite familiar and he yabbed me cos I had told him the next time we see, it will be in labour/with my baby. Now see me about to be induced. Lol. He took his time to explain how the sweep works and then if it fails twice, we enter theatre. When I saw all the things they were passing into my body through my *** and sticking out, I fear small lol. If it was successful, the ball would drop, cervical dilatation in progress and labour will commence in a couple of hours. He now yabbed me that I was too much of an ajebutter so he hopes he won’t be on duty when I fall into labour cos tz people like me that have the most drama during delivery. Lol. The sweep was uncomfy but didn’t hurt, plus the doctor was amazeballs. That done, I went to sleep. Woke up several times in the night hoping for any sign. Thankfully, the bloody show happened and then nothing else. Ball no drop. Choi!!! 
That was Day 1. Sunday. 
Next day, twas a different doctor and he was to repeat the sweep by afternoon. For some reason he was unavailable till evening and I kept hoping the ball would drop. Finally he appeared in the evening, took the catheter and stuff out, and requested for something else to repeat the procedure. Hubs left to get it and by then, I was EXHAUSTED!!! Repeat what???!!! Mba. I entered the toilet, locked myself in and CRIED to God. I said I didn’t want a repeat. Dilatation had to begin. I spoke to EVERY part of my body involved in delivery, took my confessions, washed my face and then went downstairs to the Doc. My pipu, dude checked me and was like NO NEED to repeat, cervix has started dilating. Hallelujah!!!!!
So I was moved to the labour ward. And was told ‘anytime now’. By then, they had stopped me from eating. This was about 9pm. I think I was about 4cm dilated. 
Lemme give a pictoral description of the ward. First, the hospital was one of these new ones Fashola built. Amazing place. Maternal and Child centre MCC. I was in the one in Festac. The draw back it has and I absolutely hate is that men are hardly allowed in. Obviously cos the women are pratically naked as they scream lol. So unless tz REALLY important, no men. And just being by your side during labour is not classed as ‘important’ lol. 
Ok so there were about 6/7 beds in the labour ward then there was an inner room which was the delivery room with those half-beds and stuff for pushing. There were two beds there. The idea was that when you are in labour, you are in the labour ward and when you are close to popping (9/10cm dilated), you are moved to the inner room where baby comes. Is that how it is in other hospitals???
The labour ward was crazy all night. Women screaming and confessing all their sins. I kid you not. It was real drama. If it wasn’t serious I would have been rolling in laughter. But it was also beautiful because soon after all the screams, the baby is here and the woman is all smiles. Awwwww. One woman, a primi too, gave birth in the car. Plenty women delivered right on their beds before they could be moved to the delivery room. Women screaming ‘I want to poopoo ooo’ lol and by then, the midwives know this baby is about to pop. It was real something ooo but everywhere around me, people were ‘borning’ and being moved to post natal ward. More people would come in in labour, shout, born, move upstairs. The hospital was super busy. Eziaha Aya Bolaji was there all night!!! No further progress in labour. NOTHING!!! As if say I came to watch the drama. The hospital was super busy. Whatever happened to my speedy Hebrew styled delivery? Kai. Anyways, I slept when I could but I didn’t stop praying. 
That was Day 2, Monday. 

Come Tuesday morning, the labour ward busyness continued. The first person that checked me said I was 6cm gone. The next person who checked 1/2hours later now said I was still 4cm. Say what?!?!?! Are we dilating forward or backward? Choi!!! Anyways, I wasn’t in any pain so no pee. After noon, they started injecting me with oxytocin!!! That was the beginning of the REAL induction. My sister had yabbed me that when that one starts, I’ll stop taking calls loool. 
At about 2pm, the consultant OBGYN came for her rounds and she checked me. People of God, I was still 4cm!!! Despite the oxytocin ooooooo. They increased the speed, and she checked my tummy and the baby and said ‘THIS BABY IS BIG!!! Why did you guys let this woman get to 42weeks!!!??? You should have booked her for this induction earlier!!!’
Anyways, the conso then gave her verdict-
If in the next 2 hours there is NO significant improvement, then we have to TAKE A DECISION.
Long and short, I enter theatre. She wrote it in my case note then she went home. 
Ish got real!!! I rang my Rev for the first time and he prayed with me that things would speed up. I was TIRED&HUNGRY. Hadn’t eaten for a bit plus I was even getting tired of confessing. I just wanted the baby OUT however but I really didn’t wanna be sectioned. Bolaji kept telling me to be strong. I kept ‘Miracle worker by Glowreeyah ft Nathaniel Bassey’ on replay. I kept confessing. But I was tired. And hugely uncomfy!!! I wasn’t in any pain but the discomfort was MAD!!! My bestie Sapphire’s (who had had a baby some 4months earlier) advice kept ringing 
‘No matter what you do, don’t stop your confessions’
Around me women were still acting Nollywood movies loooool but still borning anyhow. Twas too funny I promise. Infact a good number delivered before they could be taken into the delivery room. Many women were pooping anyhow on the bed. Big fat poop forerunning the baby hehehe. Bear in mind that 2hours was 4.30pm. In the meantime, Eziaha was watching cinema lol. 
Then the Doctor who was on duty came and saw the notes the Conso had written. This was where the scenario between Pharaoh and the midwives who feared God came to play. 
The Doctor decided that NO, this lady is a primi (first timer) and she is ‘…NOT progressing poorly’. So he decided to again increase the oxytocin dose and said he will give more than the Conso alloted and he left me. He tried to break my waters to speed things up BUT I was too ‘high up’. Mehn!!! After that increased dose, I started to feel some real pain. Kai. But screaming was not something I was doing. I was conserving my energy to push biko. The pain wasn’t unbearable. The Oxytocin was messing up my system big time but I was a composed mama in labour. Btw, I don’t think I was feeling any contractions at all. I’ll say why I said that later. I just relaxed and I think I must have slept off. 4.30pm came and went and the doctor no answer me sef. Bolaji had been outside so he rang me to know what’s up. I updated him and kept resting. Btw I was receiving calls and texts from the few people who knew I was in labour – dad, mom, sis, MIL and Dr Valerie. Btw Vee had a friend who worked in that hospital so she ordered him to keep checking on me. 
People of God, the next time I came to, (and I no look time ooo) it was with the urge to poo… I was CONVINCED I wanted to poo. So the midwife of course said NO and decided to check me. I was 9cm dilated!!!! Called Bolaji and told him and the man did a HUGE heave of relief. Hahahaha. Igbo says it better…
Nwoke mmadu eku shia ume looool. 
Giri Giri Giri Giri, they moved me to the delivery room. Ngwa Eziaha PUSH!!! Absolutely NO power. The midwife begged, cajoled, threatened, etc. No show. At some point, she held my hand and prayed with me. She told me she could SEE the head and she made me feel it but to push na story lol. There were two docs in the room and they were all like ‘babe you have come this far. If you don’t push, na theatre next ooo. Don’t spoil your record ooo. This is your first baby blablabla’
No power to push. And you know you push with contractions. I wasn’t feeling any nonsense contractions. Lol. So the doctors (now 4 plus Valerie’s friend) would palpitate my tummy and say ‘ok now you are contracting, PUSH…’
I go push. No show. 
I heard them say my contractions were very weak hence my not feeling them. (dr N, please explain:))
Anyways at some point, they told me not to rest anymore. At the next contraction, PUSH until the head is out. Then two doctors held me up when the next contraction came and they kept screaming PUSH PUSH PuuuuuuuuuuuSH. Tz almost here, almost out dont stop, puuuuuuusssssshhhhhh. My people, I borrowed energy from my ancestors and puuuuuussshhhheeeeeedddddd while they cut me to assist. 
The head came out hallelujah and I just chilled. I was too weak to do anything else. They pulled the baby out and next thing I heard was
‘wow, that’s a big baby. No wonder’. 
Time was 7:13pm. March 10, in the year of our Lord 2015. 
They immediately put him on my body for some precious skin-to-skin priceless moments after which they took him away. 
Oh btw, they broke my waters at some point on the delivery bed. But the midwife said ‘kai this was a messy delivery’. I wasn’t sure but I felt I was loosing blood. Placenta came out without drama about 5mins later and I was like Yaaaay finally. Then they started stitching me up. 
Interestingly, my ‘neighbor’ in the ward who delivered same time as me had a ‘very neat delivery’ but the drama that followed placenta was major. WOW!!! Ije Nwa. It was her second baby. Ok back to me. 
People of the world, this is where the real drama started. I dunno what happened but I felt like it was a slow tap flowing outta me. Wham, I was knocked out with a general anesthetic. It was an incredible feeling like I was in utopian paradise lol. I guess that’s the same feeling those who do drugs have hehehe. 
Meanwhile they had given my baby to his daddy who was waiting in the lobby and right on time, my mom walked in and saw him too. So they had sent Bolaji to buy some things for me. 
After what seemed like forever, I came to. But was MAJOR drowsy. Some assistant or so was cleaning out the delivery room so I asked her to assist me out so I could lie down properly in the ward. I tried to stand and was too drowsy so I lay back. I asked for my phones and water which I was given. Spoke to hubs and my mom wanted to know what I would eat. 
‘Indomie, fried egg and COLD water please’
(Sorry I don’t believe in don’t drink cold water plus they debunked it at ANC) 
Anyways I was still drowsy and after I texted like 3 friends, my phone dropped to the floor and I couldn’t pick it. The nurse picked and seized it and ordered me to REST. Meanwhile hubs had gone home with momsie to get the food. And COLD water. Lol. 
My dears, second attempt to get up I was still drowsy and then I asked for a wheel chair. I really needed a full length bed. My body hurt. Meanwhile I think my baby was asleep beside my bed in the labour ward. 
Third attempt with the wheel chair and 4 people, I got up slowly and from the putting my leg down to the floor, rising and getting into the wheel chair, Eziaha mama KingDaveed fell to the floor and passed out. 
Yes through the 4ppl, (2male docs, 1 female doc and one axillary nurse) I fell to the ground. I guess they weren’t expecting it so before they could blink, I was on the floor. They didn’t move me from that position till I came to. I was like 
‘…what am I doing on the floor?’ 
Lol. 
‘Just shut up and stay still…’
Nobody was taking any chances. They got a more senior doctor, carried me right back UP to the half bed/table and examined me to be sure nothing ‘dabaru’d’ when I fell. 
Children of God, something dabaru’s ooo. So they were gonna repeat the stitches. Ok no wahala abi?
Only this time, nobody was giving me whether partial, local or general anaestetia. I had lost a LOT of blood so they felt knocking me out may knock me to my Chukwu Abiama in heaven finally. I was going to be stitched whilst feeling ALL that pain. 
Oh NOOOOOOO!!!!!
That was when I turned on the waterworks. I was TIRED!!! What sorta rubbish is this. I cried and cried and cried even before they started. 
They told me I could do it. It was a minor suture. Encouragement left right and centre. I braced myself. 
Meanwhile hubby had come back thinking ‘ehen the worst is over, she don born’ only for him to hear from a doctor-in-motion
‘Mr Bolaji, your wife just fainted…’
Kai!!! Devuuuuu lol. 
Anyways he waited outside while they did it and umu nne’m na umu nna’m n’ime Chineke, I saw nwinnnnn… I ‘chested’ it BUT the last suture, I SCREAMED!!! That was my FIRST scream ever and Bolaji heard it from outside. 
Ugh!!!
The worst over abi? Oh well, nobody was moving me from that delivery table. I stayed there till the next day. They had sent for blood while my PCV was checked. Praise Jehovah, all the blood of Jesus in my body which I had been swallowing daily during especially my last pregnancy trimester ensured I didn’t get transfused. My mama sef was soooo against it. So I got my prescriptions for pain reliefs and blood capsules. 

Meanwhile, they had taken my booboo to neonatal to run some tests because he came out big. 

Early the next morning, the matron/midwife on duty decided to move me. I was carried like an egg and instructed to keep my eyes permanently closed during the maybe 30m move. Yup it was that short a distance and according to her, I was passing out again. But we made it and I was carried to a bed where I could stretch leg thank God. Choi!!! 
By day break, my fave doc was back on the rounds and he practically dragged me upstairs to go and bond with my baby and establish breastfeeding or ‘he will love his father more than you’ lol. God bless that doc. I did and I’m grateful I did. Seeing my baby and knowing he came outta me was a feeling that can’t be put in words. Like THIS is all mine???
I was discharged the next day with all the instructions but my baby was gonna be watched for 5days!!! Choi. Anyways last last, we left the hospital the next Monday afternoon just in time for the christening which was Tuesday. My head didn’t stop aching for like 2weeks!!! And I made sure to NOT allow visitors yet because I needed REST. Afterall, neither I nor the baby was running away. 
Ije nwa… the journey to mommyhood. Tz not a small something ooo. I heard and saw sooooo many stories in those days I was in the hospital that I haven’t stopped thanking God. Was gonna name him ‘Chiwetel’ as his igbo name but when momsie brought her own ‘Somtochukwu’ I dumped mine. Cos truly, Oluwasemilore (God has done me well) so Somtochukwu (join me in praising God)

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When a woman enters the labour ward and comes out alive and with a baby IRRESPECTIVE of HOW she gave birth, please celebrate and thank God. I knew TWO ladies who did ANC with me who lost their babies. Too painful. Don’t open your dirty mouth and be asking ‘did she push or was it CS?’ That’s just plain stupid. I used to be like that. Not anymore. Any kinda delivery is a testimony. ANY!!!
Yesterday, we dedicated KingDaveed to our God forever.

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When I think back on all I went through and how Chi’m saw me through, I komole’d, shoki’d, and did all kindsa dances. 
I look at my baby daily and still don’t fully believe he is ALL MINE!!! Azzin nobody will come and take him away?

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Chukwu biko n’ara ekele… imeeeela. Onu’m juru n’ekele. Thank You. 
And thank You for another year. Lezz do dis boo… #GraceStyle
Happy birthday to this HOT Kimk bod loading mama…
Blessings this week y’all!!!
Love&Light
E’

PS:
Look ehn, this story is NOT to scare anyone. You want it better, Hebrew style to the letter? You sure can have it. I just thought to share this with y’all plus I loved reading Heather Lindsey’s own. Btw, did you miss that rhyme? Better…Letter. 
DonJazzy come get a sister!!!

PPS
Weekend bants will be up this week. Been mad busy with trips and events and all and I cannot coman goan kee myself biko. Tainzzz. Btw #3NITSP was #nowords. Plus I met some of my readers too yaaaaay. And some friends I see just once a year at WWW lol. 
Have a blessed week err’one…

PPPS
My internet is crappy. Can’t attach much pictures and hyperlinks.  Will do that sometime this week so check again amd again.  Cos i have pictures to help my story. I am soooo upset o can’t add all the pictures.  Will try again soon and then re blog

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61 Comments

  • Reply
    Cheech
    June 28, 2015 at 11:48 pm

    Happy Birthday my sweetheart. Chukwu anyi is indeed faithful; above all else! Reading this, I was almost crying because I can’t even imagine how you felt at the time. Thankfully, KD is healthy and well and so are you. God’s name be praised forever and ever.

    When I learned you had given birth and I said “nwata was just chilling”; little did I know what you went through.You came through it triumphant because you are more than conqueror.

    On this day marking your birth, may your mouth always be filled with songs of praise and laughter.I am grateful for your life and your friendship. God bless you and yours always my love. I love you mama! Happy Birthday!!!

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      E'
      July 1, 2015 at 8:25 am

      Thanks my darling
      Thank God ooo
      Love you right back Sugar

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      E'
      July 2, 2015 at 1:14 pm

      My dear Ekene diri Chukwu. Thank God.
      Love you right back hun

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    bernadine
    June 28, 2015 at 11:59 pm

    Wow. Eziaha!!!!! Happy birthday( it’s your birthday already here.lol). Ur story is so amazing and so true. Thank you for sharing. One thing i learnt, regardless of how it goes, do not stop trusting God, cos it cudda been worse. God bless your family and KingDaveed.

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:26 am

      Sooooo babe share the news with me na…
      *wink* lol
      Muah and I miss ur comments

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    dnddyon
    June 29, 2015 at 1:44 am

    #Godisgood

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:26 am

      All za time

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    vivian
    June 29, 2015 at 1:46 am

    Happy birthday E.my baby’s birthday was yesterday so u r kind of birthday mates.hahaha. Hv fun.n thank God for saving u in childbirth.awesome papa

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:27 am

      Awwwwww u for just delay small na.
      Thanks hun

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    Ife.O
    June 29, 2015 at 2:23 am

    What a long, but absolutely interesting story, with lots of humor too. LOL. Although some of it were sooo funny (like not wanting to knock you back to baba God lmao), ALL of it was a testament to God’s NEVER failing grace. Congrats again, and Happy Birthday!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:28 am

      Exactly darling
      Bless you and thank you

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    maryj01
    June 29, 2015 at 5:25 am

    You are such an amazing storyteller. You made me laugh and cry at the same time. God bless you 4 sharing this awesome testimony with us. And God bless King Daveed. And happy birthday dear. Have a great year!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:28 am

      Thanks hun
      I aim to please 🙂

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    fairygodsister
    June 29, 2015 at 7:16 am

    At some points in this post I laughed, tears attempted to come to my eyes, I even shut my legs sef!! Hian!

    Big God, big baby, big testimony. We have joined you in praising God, and in trusting Him that because He did it for you, ours are on the way!

    Kisses to KingDaveed, he’s truly adorable!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:30 am

      Lol at shut your legs
      Yes mama yours is loading
      And with all ur plenty travel, baby is probably gonna FLY OUT haha
      Amen please

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        fairygodsister
        July 6, 2015 at 10:58 am

        LMAO!!! Fly out ke? Hian!!! Amen o, n’aha Jesus onye nwe anyi!!!

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    Deizy E.
    June 29, 2015 at 8:03 am

    Our God is truly too much for words…I had goosebumps reading this….even got scared at some point,God is great indeed..And you are a strong strong woman,you kept your confessions(something I need to inculcate)…Happy birthday mama…Good things all the way!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:30 am

      Don’t be scared hun
      Yours will be better
      Amen
      And yup confessions till d end

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    Valerie
    June 29, 2015 at 8:48 am

    Wow dearie,congratulations again and again.our God is awesome,he z in the business of keeping and helping is very own.happy birthday love.The manifestation of God’s glory in your life just started.muaaaaah

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:31 am

      Amen
      Thank you my darling dearest doctor

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    itstamie
    June 29, 2015 at 9:14 am

    Hahaha! Both interesting and very funny!
    As a doc,this scene was so so familiar. I bless God for your testimony! And indeed every birth( either by cs or svd) is a testimony!
    The part about borrowing energy from ya ancestors to help ya push, so cracked me up!! Hehehe

    Congrats again.
    And happy happy birthday.
    Hugs**

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:31 am

      What’s svd now ooo Sparkle? ?? Lol

      Thanks hun

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    chibuzor
    June 29, 2015 at 9:18 am

    God be praised.the baby is big.Nothing compares to.the joy of motherhood.I have learnt that whichever way the delivery,the most important thing is for God Almighty to be glorified.God Almighty is always faithful.

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:32 am

      Exactly
      God taking all the glory

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:32 am

      Exactly
      God taking all the glory.
      Praise God

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    temmie
    June 29, 2015 at 9:36 am

    Happy birthday Grand E!
    Love your blog…your writing style is so unique, reads like you are gisting me personally.
    This story is just so timely, I’m in my final weeks of pregnancy (first time mom). You wrote with so much honesty including humor which made the whole process seem so simple but I bet it wasn’t.
    Always been shy to make comments after reading but today’s story was too touching. Thank you so much.
    You have always been an encourager and its an amazing gift you have. I pray that this new year of your life ushers you into deeper dimensions of who God has made you in Him, as a wife and mother, you flourish on all sides IJN.
    In case you wondering who it is, its welcie Pssf 21st set.
    Much love!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:52 am

      Lol at Grand
      PSSF for life abi?
      Welcie prayinh you a supernatural and safe childbirth. I am soooo glad my story had a positive effect on you.
      Share the good news girl
      Amen to your sweet prayers.
      Plenty love and strength boo

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    Phebe
    June 29, 2015 at 11:11 am

    Glory! this is a testimony. people can relate. people can draw strength. congrats E’. And happy birthday to you this day.

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:53 am

      Thanks hun

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    EuJay
    June 29, 2015 at 11:44 am

    Chai ! Mama E’ You are hereby crowned “The Master Story Teller”
    I was spellbound throughout the reading…. as though I was there LIVE ! !
    Your womb was so roomy and spacious that he felt so relaxed…..lol
    Journey into Motherhood….. the lullaby “e be esi amu nwa eteka…..” Journey of bringing a child into the world is far, when the child comes, the mind will be at rest.
    As a correct Mama KingDaveed to be, you encouraged yourself in the Lord ……
    I can imagine your hubby “…Kue ume ndu” a more central Igbo, at the news of your progress to 9cm dilation.
    With comic infusions: ..Screaming and drama in the ward….borrowed strength from the ancestors, lol. Yes the last puuuuush always come with a surge of strength.
    The delays….. The fall ….. Second time stitching ….
    In all these poor devuuuuu was plotting gimmick … But our God has been planned our TESTIMONIES and VICTORIES from the foundation of the earth !
    Power of right confession …….Hallelluyahhhh !
    Welcome dear ! …. It is only God….. Thanks to God…… We are Mega grateful to Him….
    HAPPY BIG BIRTHDAY TO MUMMY E’

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 10:54 am

      Ujuuuuuu!!!!
      You know how I LOVE your comments
      Nne thay adage is too apt.
      And yesoooo I encouraged myself like David.
      Thank you soooo much Uju. You are AMAZING

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    ivie
    June 29, 2015 at 4:21 pm

    Dis is truly d greatest testimony have heard dis yr, am sincerely api 4 u, my hrt is so filled with joy. Hbd in arrears

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:31 am

      Ivie I love ur name because of that actress hehehe
      Thank you love and thank God

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    olamide lawrence
    June 29, 2015 at 10:40 pm

    All smile# first n foremost, HBA more blessings & wisdom, I dnt see u as an ordinary person u are special spiritually maybe it good spirit or evil 1 is wat I dnt Kw…lol, wanted 2 figure it out back than in school but ur paparazzi was too much 4 me…., I bin think say I like shakara but babe urs na 1st class, smiles, I mean dis in a good way cos it characterless ppl dat dnt shakara,we sud only pray dat our shakara dnt attract negative eye on us, cos dey are beeffers out here and it not rite not to show off God blessing cos of haters it not easy, but meanwhile it a tin wall btw showing off and pride as we age we get to balance it after fighting enuf spiritual war fare,will get back to dat, but seriously ‘ve u bin face wt any Muslim priest, clergyman dat thinks u are from one powerful rime abegi dat a lie from d pit of hell, simply dedicate ur uniqueness 2 God almighty cos he is our maker and once you are special u wud always kw cos u wud be different from the crowd or Kw to be eyinojuoluwa,also am a practical person that believe that wen pregnant u just ‘ve to watch wat u eat and monitor ur child weight, stop supplement wen Ned cos I believe then that d Hebrew women were slaves that didnt even ‘ve enuf to eat and worked hard for d Egyptian’s than so how wud their baby be over weight??? Cos than I think hey dnt eat meat and their fatty food were little I think, really most Christian pregnant women eat carelessly and want to gv bir5h like the Hebrew women without putting their selves in their shoes, am sure it cos of the size of their baby and the laboured jobs the aids their birth,,,, are u kiding me? I ‘ve a frd that followed all rules and exercise only after dilating 8 to 9cm to find out that the baby was coming face up they had to take her to the surgical table :(((( it never our might, knowledge, nor know how but GOD GRACE.I thank for the gift of ur child babe, just wanted to know how many words I can type too,tongue but seriously am glad of the maturity God has giving u, using ur story to show GODS magnification, encouragin others and above all listening to Gods directn on wen to post each message, stay bless.

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    Fab Ella
    June 29, 2015 at 10:59 pm

    Whew..!
    We’ll get der…!
    Happy Birthday Mama. More of God’s Blessings..Amen.!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:32 am

      Amen
      Thanks boo

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    Chioma
    June 30, 2015 at 9:05 am

    I didn’t have d liver to finish…With all the nkowa.. This is indeed a testimony for u to be alive…Nne!u just worsened my fear ?

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      E'
      June 30, 2015 at 11:51 am

      Oh no sweetie. You will surely have it better in Jesus name, amen.
      No fears boo!!!

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    Ada
    June 30, 2015 at 5:03 pm

    Happy belated birthday! ☺

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:33 am

      Thanks mama

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    Nelo
    June 30, 2015 at 5:16 pm

    Hmm this is serious men, but I thank God for the awesome testimony. But, please did you say you were cut,? God how painful, Am just having goose pimples. All the stress mothers go through for a child, and when she grows up, she will now be telling her parents I have my life to live Choi odikwa egwu

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:35 am

      Hahahah
      Yesoooo they sure have their own lives to live. Best we can do is bring them up in His ways. Afterall no be the child fault ooo.
      And I pray you have it breezier amen

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    Dee.
    July 1, 2015 at 6:11 am

    Mommmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaa *beaming from ear to ear* happy birthday. I love you big!!! Kiss kiss.

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:35 am

      Thanks booo.
      Sending love right back

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    drnsmusings
    July 1, 2015 at 8:04 am

    Happy birthday
    KingDaveed na wa Oh! Is that what u put mama thru?
    I really wish u had been induced earlier. Maybe u wld have been saved some of d stress. The enemy was trying to wear u out so as to take over. Thank God he failed. I think his size relates to your height not necessarily what u ate while preggy.
    Take care of u dear. Love to fam.
    And to those who got scared, notice how brave she was and take courage

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:37 am

      Thanks mama
      And yeah the doc said the height contributes to birth weight. And he was LONG lol
      But I also ate so my next preggy I go watch am

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    Frances Okoro
    July 1, 2015 at 4:29 pm

    Happy birthday in arrears E!
    More ahead…the light can only shine brighter and brighter.
    God use you as a blessing to everyone around you in Jesus name, amen!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:38 am

      Thanks and amen love

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:38 am

      Thanks and amen love 🙂

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    Frances Okoro
    July 1, 2015 at 4:33 pm

    And thank God for the testimony of KingDaveed’s birth,(though I cannot read this again till my time comes and goes sha), all glory to God!

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:38 am

      🙂

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    tenderonii
    July 2, 2015 at 2:40 pm

    Happy birthday ma and Congratulations on your TRIUMPH, GLORY TO GOD

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:39 am

      Thanks darling

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    Distinguished
    July 3, 2015 at 7:26 am

    I’m inspired by your testimony mama E! Ije nwa no easy at all… Thank God for your life and that of KingDaveed! Congratulations ma

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      E'
      July 5, 2015 at 11:39 am

      Thanks hun

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    Ify
    July 9, 2015 at 8:51 pm

    Chai, to GOD be all the glory….

    KingDaveed nno ooo, welcome dear son. Our mouths are indeed full of praise for the miracles surrounding your birth.

    Ezi nwa mma, you know you have A1 for story telling yeah? Nne I had to read over and over again and yup, ANY kinda delivery is a testimony…you know I said that last year on the FAB group. I’m glad it all ended in praise. CHUKWU bu CHUKWU.

    Our sons narrowly missed being birthday mates but it’s all good…they are March warriors for our Heavenly Kingdom Daddy!

    Stay blessed dearie, kisses to your little prince..

    +++

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    Bomshigidi
    August 25, 2015 at 4:36 pm

    Wow!!!! I enjoyed and learnt too much from this explicit Ije nwa narrative…. This is how I would tell a story. Detailed to a point. One day, my sis came home after a narrative experience I had told of what to expect in a particular situation n she said to me “Nenye , you are the only one that says it exactly how it is good or bad” . Good write up dearie keep it up.

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      E'
      August 25, 2015 at 9:20 pm

      Thank you Boms. And thank God

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    mzquinn92
    July 1, 2016 at 10:49 am

    @Eziaha’! you tried o.
    just finish reading this and i thank God too for you.it sounds funny but its not funny @all.Na all this woman go past through? no short cut?
    abeg o i stll dey think am.please coach E’ Come and coach me before my BOAZ go come.#lol#.Am a bit scared tho.

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      E'
      July 7, 2016 at 12:34 am

      hahahahahahahahahaha

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