Hello everyone. I want to share a story about my life. I want to encourage anyone yet to conceive to be patient, continue to trust God or the deity you serve, and one day it will pay off. After my wedding,I conceived immediately and inferred that my pregnancy was progressing well until around 33 weeks, when I started bleeding, and I lost the pregnancy. My journey of infertility began when I started going from one gynaecologist to another. I had three miscarriages during this period. I am a Nigerian. Nigeria values children a lot. Once there is a case of infertility,the woman is to blame. In some cases,some men may refuse to see the doctor with their wives. In my own case,my husband was supportive, and this continued until after 5 years. God finally answered me. Immediately,I was confirmed pregnant, and I resigned from my work (a private parastatal). Pregnancy was going well until my 3rd trimester, when I started having on/off bleeding. I was advised to be on bed rest.As a result of this, my husband and I made up our minds to go for an elective caesarean section. I was optimistic that I would carry my precious baby one day. I dreamed about her, and I planned my life with her while she was still in the womb. One good thing about elective caesarean sections is that you will plan yourself and arrange your home before going to the hospital; it is not like an emergency CS where you are rushed straight to the hospital straight to the theater. I must say that undergoing a caesarean section is not easy, but the end result, which is carrying your bundle of joy, is worth it. I enjoyed my stay in the hospital. The nurses and doctor really showed me love. Coming back to the house, my neighbour threw a surprise mini-party for me, and we got so many gifts. Children are indeed blessings in disguise. Today, we have two kids, trusting God for more. When I look back and remember how some people mocked me and said so many hurtful words,I have no option but to forgive them.Thank you for reading my story.
