Scars Of Love: My April To Remember

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Reflecting on both good and bad significant events that have happened to me from January till date, if I were to choose the month that vividly stands out, it would be April.

On this fateful day in the month of April, I was overwhelmed by this excruciating, sharp pain in my right lower abdomen that I could not explain; the pain was so severe that I could hardly bend down or walk well.

And I was pregnant at that time, so I explained to my neighbor what I was feeling, and she said that probably it was one of those pains women feel when they are pregnant. I immediately disagreed with her because this was my second pregnancy. Even though I have heard that all pregnancy experiences are different, I knew this particular pain was not related to pregnancy.

I prepared myself and went to the hospital. I was asked by the doctor to go for an ultrasound scan.

While I was seated in the doctor's office, as he reviewed the scan results, his face turned grave. "Madam, you have acute appendicitis, he explained, which cannot be treated with medication and it requires an immediate surgical intervention".

He went on to say thank God your pregnancy is advanced enough (I was 33 weeks gone by then), so it's going to be two simultaneous surgeries that will be done on you: one to remove the inflamed appendix, and the other one will be an emergency cesarian section to remove and ensure your baby's safety.

I immediately placed a call to my husband; my voice was trembling with fear as I informed him of the situation at hand.

Next, I called my sister and asked her to get my hospital bag from my house.

I was so scared of going into the theater, and anxiety churned me. I never saw this coming; the thought of having an unexpected surgery sent shivers down my spine.

My pastor's wife called to pray for me and encouraged me that everything was going to be fine; it didn't take the fear away.

All I kept saying was, Oh Lord, show me mercy, as I was wheeled into the theater.

A few hours after the surgery, when the anesthesia had started to wear off, my mom gently placed in my arm my precious bundle, seeing how cute and tiny he was. He immediately stole my breath away.

Though I was still in pain, but the joy of seeing my son for a fleeting moment made me forget the post surgery pains. All the ache in my body faded into the background. I was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude.

April 2024 is one month I will never forget in a hurry because of its indelible mark in my life.

The scar of the surgery is a reminder of my baby's miraculous arrival.

How time flies, my baby would be seven months in two weeks.

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This is my entry into the #hivenaijaweekly prompt, week 72

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