My Irish Twins

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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!!

 

#JustWritingAloud AL

12 thoughts on “My Irish Twins

  1. Wow! What an amazing story. I held my breath till I got to the end. Ha! Its amazing how God works! It was a journey of hurdles but for the strong faith she had, it wouldn’thave turned out this way. Every challenge indeed is an opportunity for a testimony. God alone knows its all; the end from the beginning.

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    1. Indeed, God knows our end from our beginning…He is BIG enough to grant us all of our desires just like he promised us in Psalm 37:4. All we need to do is delight ourselves in Him. Thanks for contributing Stellamaris.

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  2. This is what strong faith can do or produce in a life of a man. And how Faithful is our God and his love for us. Thank you for given my faith more strength to always win.

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  3. THIS IS THE TRUE MEANING OF HONORING HIS WORD.
    EVIDENCE OF STRONG FAITH!!!! GOD IS INDEED GOD ALL BY HIMSELF!!! I AM CHALLENGED TO BRING INTO EXISTENCE THE UNTHINKABLE…GREAT STORY. THANKS SIS ANNE

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