Supernatural Childbirth

Welcome to the blogosphere everyone, my son! He was born on 16 August. Yeah, I have been blogging with a huge abdomen, lol. Being pregnant, meant I worked fewer hours and that answers the question as to why I was able to update so often. I have 2 sons and a daughter. That will be all folks. Let others continue the earth replenishment. Lol. Today, I will share the story of supernatural childbirth.
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Being petite in a country where the overweight are celebrated, meant I was taunted as a young girl.

“How will a baby pass through that tiny waist?”

“Will you be able to give birth? ”

Any Nigerian will attest to how some people assume they have the right to say anything to you, no matter how it hurts. I was therefore, excited, when one of my besties told me about Jackie Mize’s book “Supernatural Childbirth” At the time, I was 4 or 5 months pregnant, and we were working in the same hospital.

The book teaches about our covenant rights as children of God and that childbirth does not have to be fearful. Labor can be defined as the onset of regular, painful, uterine contractions, with descent of the presenting part (usually the head of the baby), dilatation of the cervix (opening of the womb), and culminating in the birth of the child. Note the word “painful”. Many who have never given birth have their view of childbirth shaped by movies and other people’s experiences. So did I. One of my equally petite friends (she used to joke that she was in the kindergarten section of medical school), declared that she would go for elective CS. That is Ceasarian section by choice.

I read the book and it debunked the belief that labour should be fearful, painful, protracted, or complicated. The author used scripture to make her point. Her testimony of being medically unfit to bear children, yet ending up with 4 kids, inspired me. Also, many who read the book, wrote to say it worked. I then remembered that I once had a patient we laughed at because she was not in pain. We left her in the ward to attend to those who were shouting. She ended up having the baby there, with almost no assistance. I don’t know if she was in faith or a freak of nature but, all I told myself was, “It is possible”.

So, I began to study, memorize, mutter aloud (like a mad woman), imagine, declare and decree, the declarations in the book. Over 3 months, my faith became so tangible, it was impossible for me to doubt. My 1st son was born on boxing day. Two days before, I saw the Ob/gyn at work. He told me I was having contractions.

“Are you not in pain?”, he asked.

“No”, I replied.

“These are very strong contractions. Your baby should be born tomorrow”

“I thought he was just kicking”, I laughed. “I don’t want a Christmas baby. Let him wait till 28”.

On Christmas day, I went shopping, cooked for guests, and went work from 3 -9pm. I felt nothing. When I woke up the next day, my water had broken. I went to the hospital and my colleague examined me.

“Your cervix is dilated. Are you not in pain?”, she asked.

“No”, I laughed.

It was funny because, the nurses thought I was on duty. I was gisting with them, watching TV, reading, etc. Hubby went to church on my insistence. At a time, my colleague needed help siting an IV and I did it for her. Later, I began to feel the contractions. They felt like when you flex your arm tightly but did not cause pain. I was on phone with my parents who were panicking on my behalf.

“How come you sound so calm?”, my mom asked.

“I am not in pain”

My dad kept asking me to confirm that labour was progressing because, if one is not in pain, the suspicion is that there is a complication. He probably worried that I would end up in surgery. Just 1 hour before he was born, I became fearful. It had been 10 hours. The pain hit me like a truck! I wondered if this was what women bore for days, sometimes! What! He was born shortly after and though I had a cut (episiotomy), I was glad it was over.

For my 2nd child, I again built my faith. The labour was so painless, the doctor panicked and went to call the Ob/gyn. He came in as the baby was crowning and asked her to take the delivery.

“Why were you so afraid? “, I asked later.

She apologized but, I had a tear because of the delay. I realized the devil sneaked in and planted the fear.

For my last baby, I had 3 declarations.

“There shall be no pain, no delay, no tears, no panic and no bleeding!”

“I will spend only 1 hour in the hospital before he is born”

“The delivery room shall be a spirit-filled atmosphere. I will burst into laughter at his birth and so will the nurses”

All 3 came to pass. I arrived the hospital at 11.30 pm, my son was born at 12.15 am. The doctor left me with a very experienced midwife. She was very calm and I really bless her. The nurses noticed me smiling because I was pushing and the young man was not coming out. They burst into laughter.

“She’s even smiling?”, they laughed.

“What kind of woman is this?”

I had no tears, did not bleed and God blessed me in so many other ways I cannot describe. Aha! Thanks to blog reader and my bestie, Sue, for the soup she brought for me. You are wonderful!

So, I shared my story to inspire you to fight for the best possible experience you can have. It will take some months to work on your faith but, the rewards are numerous. Even after birth, you use that faith to keep jaundice, sepsis, and other childhood diseases away. It becomes like a muscle you have trained to bear you through life’s challenges.

Fill your car with gospel music and sermon CDs, play music on your mobile device, mutter scriptures during lunch, wake up 15 mins earlier to pray, turn off the gossip blogs, the TV, distracting social media. I remember over 3 days, I read 4 books, just to feed my faith 2 weeks before my EDD. Does that mean those who experienced problems did not have faith? That is not my point. I am only telling you of a better way. At the end, what matters is you and the baby are alive and well. If that entails CS, go for it.

To the men, you have a huge role to play in encouraging your wife to walk in faith. If you build yours, you will also save yourself the agony of stories that touch the heart.

Cheers, Dr. N.

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I must thank everyone who left me a congratulatory message. Thank you for taking the time. I felt the love. God bless you