For this child I have prayed....and prayed and prayed and them prayed some more!! (A REALLY Long Story)

First a little back story:

As I hold my sweet baby arms, I can’t help but to think back on our journey & how we came to be here, in this moment. I feel like my baby is a true miracle. I have wanted a child of my own since I was practically a child myself. At that time, I thought it was pretty simple to have a baby. Little did I know it would take us 13 long, hard, and stressful years.

If you don’t know, the TTC journey is one of the hardest journeys a woman takes. I literally watched every single person in my life have a baby. As the months turned into years, it came to a point that I thought it would never happen for me. I became depressed and was just plain heart broken.

Then, October 2018, I suddenly found out I was pregnant. After all these years, it was FINALLY my turn! My husband and I were over the moon! For one glorious week, we were the happiest people on earth! But then, tragedy. I lost that baby & again I became devastated, heart broken, and depressed.

But the thing is, before I found out I was pregnant, me and my husband had decided that we would seek fertility treatment from a specialist by November. We had been down other avenues but nothing had worked for us.

So even though I was completely heart broken over my lost, I was determined to do as we planned and seek help. It took us 2 months to conceive our son. I was put on 2 drugs called femera and ovidrel. I took the first dosage in December, it didn’t work so they increased it and I took it again in January 2019. Again, it didn’t work. February was a disaster! The pharmacy shorted me by 2 pills & never sent me the ovidrel. We went to the clinic to get checked (as we had to do every month) and it was confirmed that I had already ovulated. They said I did release some follicles but basically the month was a bust.

Well, a week or so went by and I was expecting my period to come on. A day before my period was due, I decided to take a pregnancy test. And lo and behold it came up positive! I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I took another one. Again, POSITIVE. I still couldn’t believe my eyes so I woke up my husband and told him to look at it. He said oh yes it’s definitely a positive.

So we went to the clinic to have it confirmed & indeed it was. We were having a baby! We actually conceived in January but just didn’t know it at the time. But because of my previous lose, I of course, was super nervous & worried about this pregnancy. I was high risk (diabetes) and advanced maternal age (35). They told me all kinds of things that could go wrong.

But week after week, my baby was still there. I had zero complications my whole pregnancy. It was pretty awesome. To be honest, I was kind of relieved to be high risk because that meant more monitoring of my baby.

My due date was October 24th but I was to be induced on October 17th due to my diabetes & them not warning him to get too big. Although he never measured big my entire pregnancy. But the universe had a different plan for us.

If you are still with me, thank you so much for reading. Now onto my birth story:

So on October 4, at 37 wks 1 day pregnant, I woke up in the middle of the night to soaking wet undies. My bed was dry but my undies were pretty soaked. I didn’t know if I peed myself or if my fluid was leaking. But I had always been told it’s better to be safe than sorry. So off to Labor & Delivery we went! Turns out, I peed myself. 😂😂😂. Before I left, they decided to check my blood pressure, it was elevated so they called my doctor to see what he wanted to do. He, in turn, spoke with the high risk doctor who said that because of my age & my diabetes & since I was 37 weeks, it’s better to induce me now.

So we were off to have a baby! It took them forever to hook up my iv because I am a wuss and kept clinching my hand & the veins would disappear. 🤦🏾‍♀️. But finally by 9:30 they were able to get it in & started me on the pitocin. I labored all day. They checked my cervix before we started and I was only at 1cm. Around 4 pm they check again & I was still at 1cm. So the doctor said that if I didn’t progress, they would stop the pitocin at 6:30 & give me something that would help soften my cervix. Well of course I didn’t progress any. They gave me the medicine to soften my cervix & gave me something to help me sleep through the night. Even though the pitocin had stopped, I still continued to have contractions on my own.

By the next morning, they checked my cervix again and whole it had soften a little, I was STILL only 1cm dilated. So they put me on the pitocin again to see if it would jump start things. Again, I labored all day, only to be told that I was still at 1cm. My doctor came in and told me at this point, the best thing to do was to have a c section.

Ya’ll, I was so devastated and retried. I did NOT want a c section. I know it’s painful and the recovery time is so much longer. But by that point, I was so exhausted and in so much pain from the contractions (they couldn’t give me an epidural unless I progressed more), that I just threw in the towel and said let’s go!

So off we went to get the c section. No one ever told me that you still get a blasted shot to the back during a c section. But although I am a wuss when it comes to shots, I took it like a boss & it honestly wasn’t too bad.

They performed the surgery & had a difficult time getting my baby out. He did NOT want to come out of his mommy’s belly. But they were eventually able to get him out and my sweet baby boy was born on OCT 5th at 5;30 pm weighing 7lbs 5oz.

Here is a pic for anyone of you that are still reading.

We named him Ekundayo (Eh koon dah yo)), which is Nigerian name meaning ‘my sorrow becomes joy.’ The name fits perfectly well because I was in such sorrow for a long, long time but now I will be forever grateful because I received what I have longed for for years.