December 16th, 2012
I couldn’t be happier to have resolved things with Patrick! I really hate fighting with my man, and am so glad that we are finally on the same page as the house move. He finally saw my point about not doing it whilst I’m pregnant (especially considering the pregnancy is considered high risk, no thanks to our last miscarriage). So, we have mutually agreed to renew our existing house rent for an additional year, and proceed with the move.
As for sex, praise the Lord, my husband also agreed to wait till my 2nd trimester…which is another 4 weeks away. Of course, I had to…ermm…come up with other ways to make him happy…but I’m not complaining!
Anyways, he had to travel tonight. It was very last minute, as his boss had only informed him of a meeting he had to attend in Geneva on Monday morning…and he told him on Friday morning. Luckily, he will only be there till Wednesday. I don’t even know what kind of meeting this is sef, a week before Christmas!
My brother-in-law, Akan, drove us to the airport. The way I was crying, you would have thought Patrick would be gone for 10 years. But even with my tears, I completely shut down any suggestion of having me follow Akan home (his wife isn’t the most accommodating person in the world), or either going to Festac, or asking my Mom to come over. My reaction to all suggestions was Hell no!!! It’s only 3 days! What on earth could go wrong?!
December 17th, 2012
Last night, after Akan dropped me at home, I actually relished the sound of silence in my house. I lay on the couch in the living room, and watched all the channels my husband wouldn’t let me watch. I was actually enjoying having the house to myself. I had dozed off, before suddenly being awoken by the feel of something wet.
No! This could not be!
I ran to the toilet for an underwear check, and there it was…bright red blood…with small clots. This wasn’t the cute brown spotting I had read about! This was bleeding. Just that it wasn’t enough in volume to qualify as bleeding…but there was nothing brown, or pink, about it. This was blood!
I let out a pained, guttural scream! I was just a few days shy of 9-weeks, and it was happening again! I was miscarrying…and I was all alone in the house! Looking at the wall clock showed that it was already 3am in the morning. Who would help me at this time?! And Patrick was still air borne and therefore not accessible for me to speak to. I was all alone!
I curled into a ball, and lay on the living room floor. I cried, I cursed, I lamented! I mourned the loss of yet another baby! Soon, it was 6am. I went to the toilet, and saw that, even though the blood was still there, it was only present when I wiped. Somehow, I found the strength to get dressed…and then I proceeded to go knock on the door of my neighbour’s flat. Nwando was a lovely woman in her late 30s, who had decided that it was her career she would chase…over and above any man.
All she did was a take a look at my pale face, and she knew something was wrong. As soon as I told her what had happened, she dashed into her bedroom, threw on a rumpled boubou, and hurried me into her little car. She drove like a thief to my hospital, even through the already forming Monday morning rush hour traffic, and she managed to make it to the hospital before 7am.
But glory to God…it turned out to be a false alarm. A scan showed my baby is still healthy and alive. According to my doctor, it was likely residual blood.
By the time we got back home, Nwando helped me call in sick at work, and she also called her office to let them know she had an emergency. She then proceeded to move some things to my house, so she could stay with me until Patrick’s return.
When Patrick finally called me at 8.30am, I had to restrain myself from telling him. There was no point working him up for nothing. Thankfully, the worst was over, and we had only 3 days before I could tell him everything .
I was also so grateful for my wonderful neighbor, Nwando! May God bless this woman for me…this woman who owes me absolutely nothing, but dropped everything to help me! Father Lord, please meet this woman in her point of need!
If we had moved to a bigger house now, I wonder who would have helped me!!! When they say we women have true intuition and gut instinct, you will save we are lying! That will most definitely be a gloating I told you so point, when I do tell my husband all about it.
In other news, 48hours till I’m 9 weeks! Exciting…and scary! Jesus, please take the wheel!
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!