February 23rd, 2013
Mehn! That Thursday’s dinner was something else! It was all Patrick and I could talk about all through the drive home. That Vou woman is a real amazon! Whaaat!
Thankfully, after the initially uncomfortable start, conversation had flowed freely, and we got to see Vou’s crazy sense of humour. We laughed till our sides ached, as she told one funny Diana story after the other. We got to know more about their early days in Jos, and their latter years in London. She even managed to joke about the events surrounding their parents’ death. By the end of the evening, not only did we know Diana better, we had all fallen hopelessly in love with Vou.
She is in town for another week, and I happily committed to having lunch with the sisters on Sunday…just us girls! I can’t wait.
Well, that one is tomorrow. Today I had a major thing to strike off my list. Seeing Ejiro.
I didn’t realize just how much I was dreading it, until I woke up this morning. It was the very first thing that flashed through my mind, and I buried my head deep in my pillow. What on earth was I expected to tell her?!
Somehow, I managed to get myself dressed and even managed to convince Patrick to drive me to her house in Yaba. Ringing the doorbell, I prayed it would be quick and painless.
What I didn’t expect was for her to be the one to open the door herself!
“Faith!!!!” she squealed, as she wrapped me in a bear hug.
I managed to return the embrace, before handing her the gifts I’d got her…a jewelry set I bought when we were away (Ejiro loves her jewelry big and gaudy, and when I saw the set, I immediately thought of her), and two boxes of her favourite cupcakes.
She squealed with delight over the gifts. “You’ve always known me so well!!!”
I looked at her, puzzled, as she jumped and giggled over her gifts. She genuinely seemed happy.
She looked up and caught me looking at her, and then smiled softly. “Babe…I’m fine! Really!”
And then, the waterworks had started. My tears had come almost out of nowhere. She hugged me as I cried, and that just made me cry even harder. Anyone who saw us would have thought I was the one who’d had the miscarriage.
After I’d calmed down, she told me how hard the first few days had been. How the pain had been so raw that she had woken up in tears, and fallen asleep in tears. How the combination of physical pain and emotional anguish had been too much for her to bear.
“I almost considered suicide” she confessed “I didn’t think I could bear seeing another day. I asked myself what was worth living for. I cursed God. I cursed my body. I cursed the baby for not staying. I cursed Napoleon for getting me pregnant in the first place…or rather ninth place!” she actually had the presence of mind to laugh at her own joke.
“Then what changed?” I asked, barely finding my voice.
“One of those days when I was half sleeping, half crying, and half lamenting, I had this very vivid memory of holding my baby girl. After she passed away, they brought her to me, and I held her…we held her, Napoleon and I. But it wasn’t until almost a week later that I truly felt the beauty of that moment! For the first time, I actually had the memory of a baby…not just a bloody mess, but a baby! Even though she had died, I had actually given birth to a child! A child I could name…a child I could remember…and I felt blessed! Her life might have ended a lot longer than we’d liked, but even if it was for only a few hours, she did have life. And that was what I needed to just get up, and decide to give life another go.”
“I almost didn’t come.” I heard myself blurting out.
She nodded knowingly. “I can understand that” she answered “I was worried you wouldn’t…but I’m so so happy you came!”
We embraced, and another crying session ensued. I didn’t expect to be such an emotional wreck.
“Will you be trying again?” I asked, when I eventually regrouped.
“Not immediately.” She answered truthfully. “Napoleon and I have decided to take a break, for at least a year. This past episode took a lot from us, emotionally. We don’t want to rush into another pregnancy right away.” She shrugged “When we get pregnant again…if we get pregnant again…we now know what to do different. Now that I know I have an incompetent cervix, and am prone to all sorts of infections, I think my doctors now have an idea how to handle any pregnancies that we might be blessed with in the future.”
I nodded. It was almost similar to what Diana had told me. Let go and let God. Something I was still struggling to master.
“But abeg, give me gist jare!” she said, in typical Ejiro Waffi style “I hear say you and Oga go London!”
I laughed, and decided to entertain her with the Toun story, and even threw in the Phillip/Diana/Azuka saga for good measure, with the cherry on top being dinner from two nights ago, featuring Vou, the Voltron Sister!
By the time Patrick came to pick me up, we were laughing and giggling so hard, nobody would have believed any of us had been a teary mess an hour before.
Father Lord, I thank You for healing my friend’s broken heart! Please bless her with her own rainbow babies very very soon!
Catch up on Faith’s story here:
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 1: BFP
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 2: Lukewarm Response
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 3: The Struggle
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 4: Tricked
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 5: Keeping her man
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 6: Men are so annoying!
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 7: Bleeding
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 8: The 9 Week Mark
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 9: Festive
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 10: The Holiday
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 11: This thing called love
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 12: The Pregnancy Glow
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 13: The Baby & The Bobo
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 14: Wahala
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 15: The Abortion
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 16: A Good Man
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 17: Joy…and Pain
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 18: Hostage
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 19: Ammunition
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 20: Famzing
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 21: Stress Relief
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 22: Diana
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 23: Bestos
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 24: The Miscarriage
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 25: In God’s Hands
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 26: Crossing the line
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 27: Last Minute Packing
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 28: Ex-Girlfriend
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 29: Not just friends
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 30: Fight for him
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 31: Faded Beauty
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 32: Holiday Glow
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 33: The Proposals
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 34: Baby Kicks
- Faith’s Pregnancy Diary 35: Celebration Dinner