Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us. ...
It's great to reminisce about good memories of my past.
I try to let go of any past bad memories of mine, so I could be free from their grips and I have got some good memories which I treasure very much. They are buried deep in the depths of my heart where nothing can ever happen to them.
Among such memories is the birth of my son.
Imagine being in such great pain for over twelve hours and in another thirty minutes that followed all you do is smile sheepishly, and laugh 馃槄 uncontrollably because you feel so much happier than you could ever imagine.
Before the birth of my son, one and half years ago, I had heard so much about the joy of motherhood but I never knew how it felt to be so overwhelmed with joy and happiness until I heard the first cry of my baby.
During the birth of my son, like most child delivery labor it was as painful as it could get but on the other hand, I tried to make it fun and memorable as much as I could.
I did not just lay there and shout my lungs out, I would crack jokes now and then when the contractions eased off this would make me and the nurses busted out with laughter.
I would say things like "Oh, my God, no one ever told me this could be so painful, I could have just gone for an adoption or worked so hard until I could afford a surrogacy. 馃ぃ, after this one, I'm so done with any pregnancy thing"馃槄
The nurses would start laughing 馃槄, and tell me that they would be here when I would be due for my next baby's delivery.
The most hilarious thing I said that day was when the C-section was done and I was beginning to regain my consciousness.
My eyes were still closed, I tried to open them at first but it was like the whole theater room was on 360掳 rotation. I could tell that the doctors and the nurses were smiling and chit-chatting on seeing that I was coming around.
At first, I tried to speak but I could not alter a word just yet. And when I finally could, still with my eyes closed.
I say, "Where-is-my-babyyy?"
As slow as I could.
One of the nurses standing beside my bed, who had been with me throughout the delivery process, said, "Your baby is with your husband in a ward we have just prepared for you."
Just then I heard his for the first time.
'I took a deep breath and signed, hmmm mmm'
The kind of joy in my heart that very moment, when I heard, "Your baby is with your husband," it's beyond what I can explain with words.
I held the doctor's hand and started saying, thank you, doctor, God bless you.
Then I turned to face one of the nurses whom I held on to so tight when the contraction of my baby was so unbearable. During that painful moment, she held my hand, telling me to be strong and that everything was going to be alright.
And now I was telling her thank you, nurse, countless times.
A few moments later, my surgery site was taken care of, I was preparing to join hubby and our son in the other ward.
The moment I lay down on the hospital bed, I looked across the bed and I saw them sitting down in a choir, eagerly waiting for my arrival. I busted out smiling and kept on telling hubby that.
"Babe, you know that I love you right? I love the two of you so very much."
He would say I love you too, just try and rest first okay.
I continued saying this as many times as I could count. I was so happy, I felt like if I did not express myself, my chest would burst open. The power of anesthesia injection lol馃槄
Sometimes I would ask him if I was making sense at all, with all that I was saying, and he would say yes of course you are making sense.
I knew I was under the influence of the anesthesia administered to me before the surgery but I could not help myself.
Not that those feelings I was expressing aren't real, they are, only that if I were myself I wouldn't continue to repeat the same thing.
I continued telling him how much I love him and our son until a little moment later when I was overtaken by a brief sleep.
By the time I woke up, my eyes became Clear from the effect of the injection I was given before my surgery, ever since then, when I think about the whole thing I can't stop myself from smiling as that very moment I set my eye on my son, and I held him to my chest when I heard his first cry, tears of joy were rolling down my cheeks.
This is one of those precious and mirthful memories of mine that I treasure so very much.
This is my entry into #hivenaija weekly prompt
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The cover Image is that of my son, taken by me.
