I was sick and drugs weren’t just working. I felt awful especially because I had to tend to my 3 months old Lisa. I went to the hospital again and I was asked to do a pregnancy test.
I knew I wasn’t pregnant because I had taken necessary precautions religiously. I couldn’t be pregnant.
I was!! The test was positive.
I cried like a baby. I was 2 months pregnant already. How could that be? I was absolutely petrified.
Dr. Addo insisted that I terminate the pregnancy. He spent about an hour explaining possible complications that could arise; an increased risk of pre-term birth, a low birth-weight baby, an increased risk of autism… I was going to go through two C-sections in one year!!!
An abortion wasn’t an option for me. I wasn’t ready for this child but apparently, God had a different plan for me. I walked like a zombie for about an hour and just tried to process it all. Tears filled my eyes and different emotions overwhelmed me. I picked a taxi and went to church.
My faithful friend and father was there to comfort me…
I left church assured that everything would turn out better than I expected. I left church and went straight to the market and bought a few baby things. All blue… I wanted a boy.
My next hospital visit wasn’t pleasant either. The sonographer announced that it was a girl. I went home and told George the sonographers report. He accepted it in good faith but I insisted that we didn’t have to accept that report. We held hands and agreed on the sex of our baby; we prayed.
As the weeks went by, friends and family at different times dreamt and they all saw a baby girl.
I wanted a boy and was confident that God is able to do what He promised.
I called a painter and asked him to paint the nursery blue and each week, I picked out blue, boyish outfits, bedding, curtains and diaper bag.
On the 1st of December, 2015 as I laid on the operating table, I said this prayer:
Dear Lord, You are God all by yourself.
You made me and everyone else from fluid.
You arranged our complicated bones and organs within
the small space called womb. Father, I know how mighty
you are that’s why I am making this request without fear.
If the child in my womb is a girl, please change her to a boy.
I truly want a Boy!
Just then, I noticed there was a panic and I could see George trying hard to comport himself.
I knew something was wrong. I was given another injection and that’s all I remembered.
I woke up and mum, George and Pastor Lola were by my side. The cot was empty…
I closed my eyes again and tears rolled down uncontrollably. George told me that the doctor had to remove my womb.
“And my baby?” I asked.
George pressed the bell and a nurse came in with a hairy beautiful baby. This was my last child…
I took the baby and opened the diaper to check.
I cried profusely and couldn’t be consoled.
It’s a boy!!