Mother dearest was busy trying to leave the very same day but could not find any bus available. The irony was all of a sudden my blood pressure was too low they were unable to deliver my babies. At this time, I am highly confused and scared and all I want is my mother. I had another person that my pregnancy was addicted to other than Toby and my Mother, that is Tarie. Tarie basically watched me all the days that I would repack my preparation bag for the hospital (was anyone else this freaky while pregnant, asking for a friend?), she cooked for us all the time and even baked us a gorgeous cake for the baby shower. Tarie was at the hospital in no time with our bag and I was filled with joy. In the midst of all this I did call the Twins dad and had asked for fish and chips. He called claiming he had arrived at the hospital complaining about something and I honestly was not about that life. In that state I told him he could get lost. Here I am now alone with a catheter and a drip on the hospital bed. I had had enough action for one day.
The following morning I had friends and relatives that came to visit me and I was feeling all kinds of special. They managed to get me calm I was not stressing so much but still yearning for mother in the core of my heart. I will never forget the cousin that attempted to rip my heart out while I peed through a tube and had needles in some veins. Yes I may have made wrong choices but my angels were coming so there was no need for lectures at that time. Anyway I guess we all have moments where we are judgmental.
Fast forward to 2 July 2012 when my mother arrived in the country after a gruesome bus trip which she endured because there is no love greater than that of a mother. When I heard she had arrived I did my waddle run pulling my drip and catheter with. I laid my eyes on her and I swear my babies started doing a happy dance. I was over joyed and I just wanted to hug her. She laid her eyes on me after last seeing me when I was 3 months pregnant and I saw how the concern poured down heavily on her. She did her job and was hiding it from me and she gave me a big hug with tears in her eyes. I was giggling and telling her I’m ok as the nurses were shouting : go back into bed wena! We sat, talked and prayed then my heart was full of joy. Visit time was over and mom was off. My neighbor Jane had her family visit her as well that day so now all we could do was reminisce like children that had come from a theme park. Nurse came to do those dreaded uncomfortable checks and boom, it was time. I was ripe and ready lol.
Uhhmm I don’t know coz I only just delivered Twin boys, was only allowed to eat porridge, I’m bleeding from my vagina and learning to breast feed.
It was such a cold night and that long ride on a wheelchair to theater with my bag on my lap is unforgettable. My stomach turned (it could have been the Twins excited to meet me) and I felt cold chills down my spine. This cold fear continued to choke me when I got into theater and the whole team of ‘doctors’ is speaking in fluent doctor and I can see all these knives, scissors and needles waiting to devour me. At this time I was wishing I was not alone then maybe I would not have felt so cold. I got on to the bed and saw this really huge needle and they’re explaining something that my blocked ears couldn’t hear. I’m close to tears and I’m wearing a straight face, mommy instincts had long kicked in. Let the games begin and before I knew it I heard crying and laughter as my first born Amadeus had peed on the doctors. They showed him to me and with joy I said: he looks like the dad! Little did I know the games are still underway and the second cry echoed when Adeodatus arrived in the room and wow I said, he looks like me. I was so over joyed and weak at the same time. When I was taken to the ward, all I asked for were my children. I was asked to rest and I refused profusely because I had heard all the stories of babies being stolen or swapped in Government Hospitals. I was ready to take on a lioness and so they gave me my children and II collapse into a deep sleep. I could hear an alarm ringing and didn’t understand why it wasn’t being switched off? It was the Twins crying, wake up mommy! Freshly stitched incision, vaginal bleeding, epidural and Morphine faded I soldiered on alone. The father arrived in the morning and asked why I was shaking? Uhhmm I don’t know coz I only just delivered Twin boys, was only allowed to eat porridge, I’m bleeding from my vagina and learning to breast feed.
We were discharged from the hospital when the Twins were 2 days old yaaay they were all clear medically. Besides someone else needs the bed, get moving. We went home to my mother and everything started falling into place. I went through so much during my pregnancy and delivery, this is why I molded into this mother that stops at nothing to make sure her babies are taken care of. P.s don’t look forward to pictures of me holding my babies for the first time just after the c-section, remember I was alone and government hospital doctors didn’t have that kind of time.