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Hello! Welcome!
Happy New Month!!!
Wow, it's June already; we are
half way through 2018!
I am excited to see what the
remainder of the year has to offer; and I hope you are also. The year may have
not started out as you intended it to, but the good news is that you're still
standing! And it’s not over yet! Keep believing, keep pushing, and keep surging
ahead...KEEP FAITH ALIVE!!!
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Today I continue my story about
recovery after pregnancy...enjoy!
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I assumed that once I arrived
at home, everything would be easy...breezy. After all, I had
my parents and siblings around. BOY WAS
I MISTAKEN!!!
After arriving at home that
evening, my mother gave my daughter the traditional Nigerian bath; plus and
minus something’s here and there...according to my preference. She also used a hot
towel to rub/press on my body, especially my tummy region...it apparently helps
the healing process-aiding the tummy to go down (it didn't work for me though).
After all of the above, I was ready to have a good night's rest....hmmm....
I remember the first night
alone with my baby. Before I went to bed, my mom asked if she should sleep in
the room with me and I declined; I wanted some space, I had enough of people
invading my space at the hospital. If I only knew, I would have obliged...my
daughter woke up every two hours to eat. It felt like a joke; how was it
possible? How did she know what time to wake up? Could she possibly be that
hungry?
I was exhausted...I was
physically and emotionally drained...It felt like someone was pranking me. I
was relieved the next morning when my mom arrived to help take my baby's bath.
As I handed over my daughter to my mother, a few tears escaped my eyes. With
concern etched all over her face, she asked "Bunmi, kilode? (What’s
wrong?)". I could barely utter a response; I wiped my tears
and laid back on my bed.
I didn't get as much as rest as
I hoped to because my mom had a million and one questions about what the baby
would wear, what I'd eat, etc. Within a few minutes, I was up again. I got
myself together and went on with my day. I took a shower, my mom made me
breakfast and I attempted to breast feed my baby to no avail. I also tried the
breast pump but didn't have a good milk supply; it was discouraging. I went
online and decided to purchase "Mother's Milk" an
herbal tea that was said to aid with breast milk production. After it arrived
and as I became consistent with pumping about every 2 to 3 hours, my milk
supply increased significantly; I had more than enough to feed my baby. I
didn't feel as bad anymore about her not latching on to my breasts; bottle
feeding her with breast milk was just as good.
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I was given so many
instructions by my doctor since I had a C-section. I was told not to use the
stairs (however my room was looked on the second floor of my parent's home); I
was told not to lift things that were beyond a certain weight; I was told not
to bend down much, etc. I was also informed of the possibility of my C-section
wound tearing, etc. However I was determined not to be fearful; I did not take
the pain medication that was given to me…to be honest, I didn’t have much
pain... just a bit of discomfort. I continued with business as usual, of course
with some caution but I refused to be limited (it's the stubborn part of me).
During this time, the Holy
Spirit began to work on my mind and heart. I was able to get over the feeling
of being a failure for having a C-section; I realized that the fact that my
baby and I were alive and well was in itself supernatural. I became extremely
grateful to God for bringing me from conception to delivery gracefully. I saw
motherhood as a great privilege and honor and I wasn't going to allow the devil
to distract me from that fact.
*****
A few days after our
homecoming, I had to take my daughter to the hospital to see her pediatrician.
After being checked, I was told that she was doing just fine! All glory to God!
I also used that opportunity to see my doctor in reference to my blood pressure.
I was put on a machine to monitor my blood pressure for some time; thankfully
my daughter was asleep throughout the process so I could focus and be relaxed.
The results showed that my blood pressure was still fluctuating between being
too high and being normal; the doctor stated that it had something to do with pregnancy.
She prescribed some medications to regulate my blood pressure and told me that
I'll be fine.
Through it all, I was in faith
for total and complete healing. I trusted God to perfect my recovery process;
because I knew that he blesses without adding sorrow (Proverbs 10:22). After taking the medication for a few days, my
blood pressure was back to normal; and it has been normal since then...Glory
to God!!!
*****
I was slowly but surely getting
used to motherhood; I had no choice, my mother only could take a week off of
work. I had a new found respect for all moms; wow! It wasn't as easy as it
looked! I still missed my husband so much but I made up my mind to focus on my
baby while counting down his arrival at the back of my head.
Eight days after having my
baby; the customary naming ceremony (where the baby is blessed and named by a
pastor) was held. I was a little sad that my husband wasn't there; I also
wasn't feeling too good about myself. My stomach was still huge and I was still
very dark. One of my aunts exclaimed, "Look at your stomach! You
still look pregnant!" with a look of disgust on her face. I was
so hurt, but I made up my mind to shake it off...she is known for having no
filter anyway.
On the day of the naming
ceremony, everything happened so fast. My sister couldn’t do my makeup as planned
so I had to manage to do a little something. We ran late and people starting to
call my parents asking where they were. We rushed to the church and met a
plethora of people. The original room that the pastor wanted to use was too
small for my parent's crowd (yeah...they invited the whole world). I originally
wanted a small naming ceremony especially since my husband wasn't around, but
my parents weren't having it. At the end of the day, everything went
well...that's all that mattered...
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Over the next couple of weeks, I began to adapt to motherhood and I became very overprotective of my baby...I just wanted to be the perfect mom and I wanted her to have the very best.
To be continued...
With lots of love,
- Bunmi Adebiyi
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With lots of love,
- Bunmi Adebiyi
Wait before you go:
1. If you have not received Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior, life won't make any sense, it will be cold and empty. You deserve more! Take a few minutes and click on the 'Come to Jesus' tab at the top of the page and be saved!
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