"Yea right, when you're pregnant, I'll move to far away Kafanchan because you'll whine me to death" I said almost choking on my chuckle.
"I will find you all, don't worry" Ogo replied rolling her eyes.
Oby and I looked at each other and shared a "sadly, she's right" laughter.
"Ogo, stop picking!" Oby admonished. Then we changed to subject of discussion to how Ogo needed to stop picking her pimples because it was making it worse.
That was in 2004. None of us were married, so the conversation seemed premature, to say the least.
|Me, Ogo and Oby in 2004|
Incase you missed it, as of two days ago, both my older sisters were pregnant. Today, only one still is.
|Oby (right) and Ogo (left) and their husbands at the joint baby shower the family threw in their honor last sunday|
Knowing it'll be a long night, off we went. My baby sisters Nazo and Dera, and I. We arrived the hospital about 20 minutes later to find Ogo squirming in pain. She was in labor but her water hadn't broke yet. The vigil started. Five hours later her water broke but the baby hadn't come low enough. More vigil. Then, two hours later, he was ready to make his entrance.
So, I begged her to push. As she pushed, I replayed some of the warnings in my head, "don't watch o, you'd be traumatized and you'd never want to have a child". As I watched, for a moment, I wondered if this is what "they" said will scar me for life. Then, I stopped wondering and refocused on telling Ogo she was doing great. She pushed again. Then I saw a glimpse of his full head of hair.
"He's coming, keep pushing, you're doing great" I said, as I fought back the tears.
Then my mom and Oby three-way called me. I had one hand holding up my cell phone on speaker so Ogo could hear. For about 3 minutes, my mommy encouraged her baby to push out a baby. Meanwhile Oby chimed in repeatedly, "Ogo, we're rooting for you boo. Push!". I could imagine Oby's own baby giving her a "you're next" stomach kick.
*deep breath* *push* *deep breath* *push* "Push love, he's ready to come" *deep breath* *push*
And so it went on for 30 more minutes.
It must have been the 15th big push. At 6.44am. He arrived. Ora Anthony Nwachukwu came out in one swift move.
|He's a beauty :-)|
Then the tears came. I couldn't contain myself. My sister is a mother. My mommy is a first-time grandmother. I'm an Aunty, so are my sisters. My brother is an uncle.
My daddy would be so proud.
The clan is increasing.
In that moment, my respect for every woman heightened. I saw it all but I wasn't scared. I wasn't scarred. I wasn't traumatized.
I was inspired.
|Proud Aunty :-)|
This post is dedicated to all women out there. Even if you've never had a baby, be content with the lifeline God has created you to be. Realize you are Capable. You are Strong. You are WOMAN, the canal of God's creation.
I've never been prouder to be a woman.
Congrats to my sister Ogo and her husband Ikenna on their bundle of joy.
& Stay tuned for the arrival of my first niece soon soon ;-)
“There is a secret in our culture, And it’s not that childbirth is painful, It’s that women are strong.” ― Laurie Stavoe HarmStay Inspired....