We are 6 Years❤

Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him.4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one’s youth. 5 Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies.

One doesn’t realise how time passes by, but when you are blessed with children, they grow so fast it is a wake up call. If you ask me, I was expectant just the other day. As I type this, our youngest daughter is turning 6. I wonder where did the time go!  The older girls will be teens in a months time…it’s a big one! 

Having a child/children is a blessing, a fruit of your own womb. Only God can make you a parent in His own time. The timing of conception is as  unique as there are people. Some are able to plan. God bless you. 

For us, it’s always been oops.  The second one we were more prepared, primed for it.

“Man plans, but it is God who establishes the plans”.

We planned for our second pregnancy to be in five years after our first borns. However, our working circumstances, especially me being away, saw us conceive after 7 years. That was alright. It didn’t come when I planned for it and somehow in spite of very limited contact, I found myself expecting wondering how easy could that be! 

I conceived  two months of getting rid of my FP. Having in mind I’m not always at home, that was really  fast and it took me back to the day I visited my gyno. She advised me to immediately get the FP back lest  I go back to her crying. I was least bothered because the twins were old enough (she delivered our twins).

So here I was.

I realise I am pregnant and I had to make  adjustments. My work contract had no provision for  maternity leave which meant a complete lifestyle change. Long story short, I decided to hand in my resignation for me  to return to  my country. I needed to access  good care in hospital and from family. This, I have learned is a necessary support system to have throughout pregnancy.  This allowed me time with my family and when the baby came, we were all ready for her. 

 I didn’t carry my pregnancy to term, just like my first. For whatever reasons, . labour kicks in a month earlier. I had my first borns through CS days before the scheduled date. That experience made me pray against all odds to have my next child naturally. For me, the whole experience was a total knockout, horrific sides effects from the drugs, blurred vision, insomnia, painful gutting wound and a pair of loud mouths that had not yet mastered any eat-sleep  routine. (I wouldn’t mind another set though). Then, I was not ready.  I was thrown in the deep end for a first time mother! 

I prayed that, like the Hebrew women, so shall it be with me! 

‘The midwives answered Pharaoh, “Hebrew women are not like Egyptian women; they are vigorous and give birth before the midwives arrive.”‘ That lord, may I be like the Hebrew women, and every time I had a conversation on my delivery I would declare like the Hebrew women…or nitakohoa and boom!!!. I must say God does answer our prayers, no matter how stupid or mundane they might seem. He says ask and it shall be given unto you…what we are to ask for is not defined…we are at liberty to ask for anything. Thank God for Jesus. I did just that, and God is not in the business of disappointing us. All for his glory.

I wasn’t sure it was possible,  but declared and claimed it by faith. The only way to find out if it was possible, was by consulting my doctor to assess the previous scar and advise. 

About a month or so before delivery, I was to go for a final check up to determine the prospects of a natural birth. After my daily rounds, I changed my mind while in the queue and opted to postpone the appointment to the coming week because I had another scheduled doctor’s appointment to see the same doctor.  

A day before the visit, we went about our business normally. We picked our girls from school, shopping and went home to make dinner. God had his own plans.

Actually, the previous day I had Brixton hicks (false labour)on and off. I don’t know how, but I could tell. Usually it feels like the baby wants out. But I shrugged visiting a doctor for that. On this particular day, it was different. I expected the mother of pains but nada!!, I don’t remember eating. I remember  resting my back on the carpet, did some lower back stretches and then I told my husband and the girls.   ‘Hahaha you better eat that food because we might end up in the hospital.’ I felt the changes in my body, I felt it in my spirit, though it was a month earlier, I knew it was time.

2000hrs found us at the hospital, which is a  20 minutes drive from our house. On the way, we counted  mild but frequent contractions. I spoke to the person in charge, they retrieved my details and they offered to get me checked as I might be in labor, let me just say I panicked,  this was sooner than I expected. I was afraid of the pain,  I just told her no,  let me go sit in the car “nijiskize”

Sensing my fear, she was adamant I have to be checked. 

All she said after the check was ,” You will have your baby by 2300″…and I was like ‘ati?’. It took a while for them to set up a bed for me. Let me just say, as soon as I changed to the very comfy whatever, I just felt it was time, I couldn’t sit, the urge to push was inevitable, I was like I need to use the toilet, the nurse became too inquisitive and I changed my mind. But let me just say. When it’s time,  it’s time. I told the nurse I believe the baby is on the way, she was in disbelief, but she said “twende delivery room” 

She looks at me and says, “nipatilie mtoto”😂

I still laugh at that.

First, second and third push,the baby was out with a very loud wail. I hadn’t checked the sex,so I was eager.

It being a catholic facility, my husband had to go home after I got admitted, the message found him still driving back home. 

Jada Mwaduwi was born at exactly 2145 on the 19th day of May 2014.

1 hour 45 minutes from the time we got to the hospital. My heart was full. I couldn’t help but whisper a prayer of gratitude. The nurses couldn’t help but address me as “haraka upesi”. I take no credit, but I know of a faithful God. The nurses attending to me would make all these funny comments about “how fast it was” Let me just say, my period pains are more painful than my child delivery experience.

On the scar, I never got it assessed, but it was a seven years scar, I believe it had healed and could hold contractions and pushing. It’s crucial though to get a scar evaluation for the doctor to advice and to avoid injuries at birth.

Our Jada came into our lives and fit in as though she had been with us all along. She surprises us daily, God is evident in her. Her way of talking, how she analyses things….her comprehension of things can be nothing but greatness. We thank God for her, we continue to allow God to work in her and through her for His greatness. It’s our prayer that she will do great exploits for the kingdom.

We had plans, to spend quality time on her birthday, she almost always knows how she wants her birthday to be. I am not sure how this will be as it’s our first ever virtual birthday due to the lockdown. I had my leave planned as from December, but we make do with what we have. I’m on leave but I cannot be home. My heart is calm and at peace. This too shall pass.

I would like to mention that we all experience pregnancy differently, our bodies respond differently. All I have put down is based on my experience.My prayer is that you find peace and calmness when your time comes as a first time mum or going through another pregnancy. If you are praying for a child, may Jehovah bless your womb. He who is not short of blessings and when the time comes always remember there is no right way, it’s whatever keeps you and the baby safe. Never compare your experience with any other persons.

God has given the wisdom to the doctors, pray and allow God to use them. Having experienced both ways of delivery,and I find myself on a place to make a choice, I would go the natural way. After my CS I felt like a lorry ran over me. I had aches in places I never knew I could ache. Thus the prayer for a normal delivery.

In my mothers words “ucio ni kunegererio.

Because as she called me the next day after getting the baby, so she could come visit with my late Aunt Wanjiku, God rest her soul, she was such a gem. I was already at home having lunch. With my heart and arms full .

I have seen a God so faithful.