Loss of my unborn baby
Saturday 6th of September 2014 is a day I would love to forget but, I cannot. This dreadful day is when I lost my unborn 5 month old baby.
How it all started
Like all women I thought I had the sequence of baby making figured out; married at 24 years, the first baby (a boy) at 25 and I was in a blissful state of marriage. To me at that time one baby was it, but my husband wanted another child, especially since he really wanted to name his mother; he was brought up by a single mother. Thus the next baby come when I was 29 years; like the first baby, we didn’t bother to check the sex as we were so sure it was a girl because the moods and craves were so different from the first pregnancy. Well, shock on us as we welcomed another handsome boy into the family. The only difference was he is not as hyper as his brother; he was the calmest, coolest baby ever.
Again, I was contented being the only girl in the family with three boys competing for my attention. While the spotlight can be flattering to a girl, she can get pretty lonely, especially with all the socks and dirty shoes thrown all over and the fuss about how many shoes and handbags I own. Thus the crave to have a girl to share with started kicking in at 35 years, but at the time I was too busy. My career was on the fast lane, with a TV show, bridal shows and shows; I was moving in and out of town as well as out of the country. At 37 years, I finally decided that I would have a baby girl at 40; everyone I told thought I was crazy.
It took me 3 years to convince my husband to have a ‘pension baby’ and with his help we got the boys (Mark 14 and Albert 11) to accept the idea. After consultation with my doctorJanuary this year I went off the contraceptive. The plan was to let my body relax and stabilize for about 3 months, then design a baby girl; my doctor assured me that it’s very possible. He and I discussed ovulation and which days to go to ‘Mombasa raha’ (sex) if we wanted a baby girl. Armed with my own ovulation kit, I started documenting my menstrual circle. In the mean time Mombasa raha trips were either on safe days or the usually cliché of withdrawal method – who came up with the withdrawal thing anyway? I would like to meet the person who invented it; it does not work!!!!!!!!!!!! By the time I was ready to design a baby girl I was 4 weeks pregnant. I blame it on my husband; all the sweet nothings, massages and back rubs not to forget the “I will withdraw just before” hullabaloo.
Discovery of the pregnancy
Thus the ‘plan’ to plan never was as the pregnancy came even before the plan!
One Sunday afternoon in April as I was at home chilling out with the boys, I started feeling pain in my tummy – period like cramps which escalated that night. The following morning, the pain got worse, forcing my husband and I to seek an appointment with my gynecologist. The doctor, after examination ordered, we do an ultrasound scan and a pregnancy test. The scan was to determine if everything was ok with the pregnancy and what was causing the pain. The pregnancy test came up positive, to my shock and surprise the scan also revealed multiple fibroids; two of them as big as tennis balls. The scan which involves moving a probe around the surface of my tummy course me so much pain I almost passed out.
Back at the doctor we presented the result sheet and black and white pictures of the fetus – now 10 weeks old. The doctor assured us that the growths, though big we’re not near the baby and would not hinder its growth, but he warned that the pregnancy was causing them to bleed out and sometime pregnancy triggers accelerated growth and compete with the fetus. This had happened with my first pregnancy, but Mark (the first born) overcame the fibroids, so much so that the next pregnancy (Albert) I had totally forgotten I have these dreadful growths.
First trimester blues
My husband and I were ecstatic with the discovery that we were pregnant. Like all my pregnancies the first symptom is usually spitting. I remember my first pregnancy I used to walk around with a plastic soda cup for spitting; until one a homeless boy snatched it in town, I didn’t know what do I just hope he looked before sipping. Unlike all the others I lost appetite and my taste buds went numb; thus I had to put lemon and tamarind in everything I ate. Plain drinking water moved from being the most refreshing thing to the most dreaded. I could not have enough of black grapes, green olives and Minneola oranges.
This pregnancy also took on a calm demeanour; nothing upset me or ticked me off. Oh yeah, I was also into my husband I wanted to spend each and every minute with him; I tag along whenever he was running his errands and doing his business; I did not mind waiting in the car. We were tight like peas, potatoes and carrots in my mother in-laws stew. At least that’s what I thought kumbe; I was driving the brother nuts.
Throbbing pain
The doctor informed me that the pain would be on and off but, bearable until around 20 weeks into the pregnancy. Trust me the pain was no where close to bearable; I felt like I was in labour half the time. The next 10 weeks were hell; I cursed Kidero for all the potholes and many bumps around my house (are bumps really necessary, especially on Dennis Pritt road all five of them in less than a kilometer surely!). I cursed the day I moved into an apartment on the third floor – what was I thinking, especially given the boys wanted to another apartment further on, but on the first floor. I also had bridal showers booked months in advance that I had to do. I remember going to a bridal shower in Langata, while in so much pain. When I got there at the parking lot, I took painkillers, waited it out for about 30 minutes, then to my horror it was on the 4th floor or something. I went in, did my thing just before the pain came back, I was out of there. To make matters worse, I was at that time working at radio Jambo from ten pm to midnight; not that I had a problem with work, but by the time I got to work the lifts were already switched off so I had to climb stairs to the third floor. The radio station would pick and drop me off with the other staff in either a probox or an off road 4×4 both of which are not built for comfort!
All my friends and especially my husband urged me to slow down; ‘quit the job, cancel the showers’ he urged. But I am not the type to sit around all day and watch soap operas; not that I have a problem with soaps I love them just as much as the next woman. So I learnt to live with the pain; breathing exercises from lamas class; sitting flat on the carpet with my back propped up with pillows and supported by either the coffee table or sofa (Albert the designated expert in the setup). Another time I would be on all fours; like kuchuna mboga (doggy style position) which really helped relieve the pain. I had embraced my new status – pregnant at forty and determined, pain or no pain.
Reality check
I now felt invincible as I was approaching 20 weeks I thought I could do it all. I remember one Saturday; I had a ladies fellowship meeting all the way in Karen area – Kirarapon, then a bridal shower at Brew Bristol on Ngong road at 7pm where I even manage to do a few lap dancing moves – imagine that! Later I conducted another bridal shower in Westlands that ended at 2am in the morning. Well, I soon discovered that I am no super woman as a matter of fact the next day I was in my favorite position on all fours in my sitting room and in so much pain trying to catch up with my soaps and E news. Then I didn’t care if visitors would pop in even my mother-in-law would have had to put up with me. The boys decided no friends were allowed to visit less they asked why their mother’s back side was up in the air. Thereafter, the rest of the week was spent indoors to the protest of my producers and boss at the radio station. When I resumed work it become quite stressful, especially the radio show, most of the nights I would get home at around 1am by the time I would settle down and relax well enough to sleep it would be past 2pm which meant waking up late morning – I would start to function normally at noon. At times the pain while in the studio would be so intense that I would do the whole show on my feet; luckily my producer was very understanding and would let me take a break by play music when the pain was severe. Nonetheless, I love talking to people so my listeners kept me busy.
The radio show – Bahari ya mapenzi
I never thought I would even do a Swahili radio show. In my line of work most commonly used words in English don’t exist in Kiswahili and those that do are too vulgar to say on air. So the penis and vagina become Mr. Victor and Miss. Victoria respectively, lovemaking as usual become ‘mombasa raha’ (fun at the coast), doggy style position become ‘Kuchuna mboga’ (harvesting vegetables), while premature ejaculation was ‘safari fupi’ (short trip); language Kenyan can understand, associate and be comfortable discussing. Initially, I was bombarded with jokers out to brag about their sexual prowess and of course most of it grossly exaggerated. Stuff like ‘I go ten rounds in a night’, ‘I have sex every single day’, ‘I apply lemon Juice to tighten my Miss Victoria’.
So the first order of business was to deal with the jokers so I was very hard on them, I really told them off for which I was reprimanded by the boss, but to his surprise majority of the listeners agreed with me and would call in to tell off the jokers. After a few weeks the show was so popular that most nights I could not read the SMS as they were literally coming in the hundreds so were the calls. On the show I had a day of question and answers, another for discussing diseases and conditions that affect Mombasa raha as well as those transmitted through it. There was also a segment dubbed second chances which was a hook up show dedicated to widows, widowers, senior bachelors and spinsters over 45 looking for a life partner.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep up due to fatigue, pain and the timing of the show. My boss on the other hand didn’t believe that I was really overwhelmed so we parted ways.
The miscarriage
The day before the miscarriage, my husband and I had gone for a scan just to make sure all was well and also check the gender. We had to use another doctor as my regular doctor was out of the country. It was six days past the magic 20 weeks when the pain was supposed to have vanished and I back to my usual self, but the pain was still there and getting more and more intense. The scan showed everything was ok, the baby was growing well; the heartbeat regular and the organs and limbs in place and it was a boy. Even though we really wanted a girl and this stage we just wanted to get through with the pregnancy so we were relieved to know all was well even though the fibroids were also growing. The new doctor (who is also a friend), was happy with the results, he just changed the pain killer to a much stronger brand.
That day at the dinner table the conversation was all about naming the baby; we had previously had the same conversation and picked a girl’s name. As we discussed different options, Mark and Albert come up with ‘Ceaser’. I like the sound of it, but my husband asked ‘Why Ceaser?’ To which we all replied ‘it sounds good’. To him it didn’t make sense to pick a name just because it has a feel good effect. To him Ceaser was part of the group that crucified Jesus Christ, plus all the kids Mark and Albert were all named after important people in our lives. I on the other hand had thought of Mungai Mungai after his father (junior could make him feel inferior in the future), but I liked Ceaser and joined the discussion in support of the boys to the shock of Pete. Now Pete the father and husband was getting really agitated and I was having too much fun – I love it when the boys drive their father nuts. The more he appealed for reason the more Ceaser become appealing by the end of dinner he was now pissed and vow the baby would never be named Ceaser.
That night the pain was unbearable; I took pain killers every four hours. The night seemed like a lifetime of agony. I woke up and 8am and asked my husband to bring me the pain killers. When he did and I sat up to take them, as I turned to go back to sleepmy waters broke. “Pete my waters broke” I yelled to my husband. ‘Huh?’ he replied in disbelief and shock. ‘My waters broke; I need to go to the hospital now!’ I yelled. By now most of the bed was wet and the brother was running all over in panic; he was trying to dress, wash and brush his teeth all at the same time. Then it hit me. I was in labour the whole night but had been so accustomed to pain that I missed the signs. As usual in these situations, it’s the woman who must muster courage and take control as the men lost it.
I took deep breaths, call my regular doctor’s assistant who ask me to proceed to the hospital and promised the doctor filling in would come to see me.I am one of those people who get very organized when there is a crisis. I remember the new doctor I saw the day before, so I picked my phone and called him. He was just about to go in for surgery but he assured me that he would be there as soon as he was done.Now I had two doctors coming which was a bit reassuring. While my husband was dressing I called a lady doctor in my home fellowship group for advice and boy am I glad I did; she explained so many things I didn’t understand and also helped me calm down. My husband was now a totally confused person so called my mentor and asked her to come My mentor has been walking with me in my Christian life; she has become part of my family, my husband respects her and my kids adore her.
I got dressed quickly, managed to walk down the stairs, got into the car and my husband drove me very slowly to the hospital which is about five minutes away. On arrival, the receptionist directed me to the emergency; on the way there I met a nurse on the way who took me straight to the check-up room. She ensured I was stable then called me a doctor to attend to me. Wow! In came a young lady looking all blinged up, that was very refreshing, at least for me. She was not wearing a white overcoat, no sir, she was not. She was ready to party, she quickly examined me and broke the news that I was having a miscarriage. By then huge clots of blood were dropping down; I had never seen anything like that. Until then I thought something could be done to save the baby, but going by the clots I realized what deep shit I was in. The most scarily thought was; could I be bleeding to death?
Luckily, just at that moment my mentor walked in to the relief of both my husband and me. Pete quickly gained control over the whole situation. He conferred with the doctor and arranged for my admission. Before long I was induced and transferred to a ward. After half an hour I went through with labour and gave birth to a stillborn – Ceaser. My heart broke into a thousand pieces. What I felt, the emotions, the pain and most of all the heartache I would never wish on any woman.
To compound the situation the placenta refused to come out, the doctor tried to pull it manually, but it was too painful for me plus now I was too weak. I had to undergo an emergency operation to remove it. According to the doctor, early in the pregnancy the placenta is firmly attached and is very painful to remove.
After the operation came even more shocking news, apparently I lost a lot of blood and there was talk to do a blood transfusion. I didn’t understand, but by the look on Pete’s face I knew things were thick. To him I looked as white as a ghost. The doctor ordered that I be given plasma – a blood substitute (also called artificial blood or blood surrogates) is a substance used to mimic and fulfil some functions of biological blood. It aims to provide an alternative to blood transfusion, which is transferring blood or blood-based products from one person into another.)
My husband and I are really apprehensive about blood transfusion we consulted widely and the general advice from most doctors was to continue with the plasma then if the situation didn’t improve go for the transfusion. Thank God, the plasma was adequate, but since plasma doesn’t have red blood cell which carry oxygen in the body, I was ordered on strict bed rest for two weeks thus the long article.
I am now in the comfort of my home surrounded by loved ones. God has been faithful, I can now eat – I have a meal plan which seems to work. Each day is better than the last.
I am touched by all the get well wishes, prayers, support and visits both at the hospital and home.
God bless you all.
Love Getrude.
get well soon
get well soon gal. It is well
all will be well
God only picks the best and there was nothing we could do about it. but Gods prayer
Thank you for sharing your story. I wish you a quick recovery Gertrude.
Sorry for that .I can identify with you .I also underwent the same.I lost my unborn baby on 9th Feb 2014.It was a very sad experience.Lost a lot a blood.But God grace is sufficient for all Mama who had undergone this experience
may God bless you!
pole sana dear
it is well with you in Jesus Name
Getrude, sorry for yo loss! i pray God continues to strengthen you and yo family. Lots of love and quick recovery
So sorry Getrude Mungai,I am touched by this blog and it has reminded me of a lady friend who also wanted a baby boy until she had named the boy Samson but God had to take away the little angel who apparently was a girl just a week to EDD.We should thank God in every situation and we allow him to do his course according to his plans.
May the peace of The Lord be with you and your family. Get well soon dear.
pole for the Loss and Get well soon
Waaaah. Gertrude. I dont have the right words to tell. I know the pain of loosing a child cant be compared. I ask God who is the best comforter and great magician to see u thru. It is well my dear. Kudos to ua boys for being so supportive. And Pete may God bless him.
Getrude Mungai get well soon i know you can do it but leave all to the Lord.
Get well soon Getrude
Get well soon Getrude
I met with Peter yesterday and he told me what happened. I prayed for you my dear.
I am so sorry for this traumatizing experience. Wishing you a quick recovery.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[a] have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28). God is faithful and when we trust Him He takes care of of even in situations where darkness is all we see. May he grant you the peace and will to know that baby Ceasar is an angel in His Kingdom and is watching over you.
So sorry about that…i wish you a super quick recovery Getrude
very touching get well soon Getrude
So sorry n pray for ur quick recovery
Pole sana mwanetu. God is in it with you dear.
waoh!!! such a testimony and by his grace your well sorry for the loss and may God grand you peace
Pole sana Getrude Mungai when all this is over,if u still want a baby girl.u could consider adoption.coz there are many angels who are baby girls and want a home,a family.
Soooo sorry for the loss, your story is so painful but we pray that God gives u n ur family strength and quick recovery!
Ooh, pole Getrude Mungai for the loss of your baby.
Am really sorry May our merciful father grant you joy peace and acceptance
Am soo sorry Getrude.may God's grace and peace be with you now and always.
am sori mummy
That was a traumatic experience but in all things, He is still God. Get well soon and I pray you still get your baby girl. Call her Taraji (Hope)
pole sana and get well soon
The Lord is faithful,,be strong dear for in his own time he will make everything beautiful
Pole sana mama… Am almost in tears but God loves you. You are ok & healthy now. 🙂
sorry for that.. quick recovery Getrude..
So sorry Getrude, take heart and in everything give thanks to God.
So sorry Getrude Mungai God knows the reason it all went like that may He give u the strength to carry on and get well soon you are a strong woman God bless you.
Prayers is all dat is needed to fill the gap for yu Our Jehovah God is and will be with yu for helping and torching lifestyles of many and enlightening them .God bless yu and yur family durin painful moments lyk this once
Pole Sana Getrude Mungai..sounds so painful but God will continue carrying you through the pain of loss. Still be Grateful for everything.
My heart goes out to you Getrude…may God give you sufficient strength to smile again and enjoy little things in life.God bless
So sorry for the pain. God is your healer, He has given you another chance for you to be in His service delivery. You are a noble vessel meant for a noble task Getrude, everything you have gone through has got a purpose, as the Almighty is the your author. All the glory the Lord. Quick recovery
I wish you a quick recovery. and praying for God's never ending love and strength on you and your entire family.
pole sana. And God will repay u Your Gift that you lost. It was not meant to yours.
In all things we give thanks, for this is the will of God..
so sorry getrude
Your courage in the midst of a storm is so encouraging to many women who look upto you.God will hold you by His hand and use you to breath hope to many women going through the same.He is with you and your family.Blessings.
Pole sana Getrude and to your husband Pete and baby boys. May our God heal all of you both in spirit and all of your body. God bless you abundantly.
So sad. Mungu akupe nguvu na uponyaji
God loves you,,
Hug
Hugs#Pray that God gives you double dose of grace to go through this.Bless you.
Be strong and take courage…
Get well soon dear.
Pole sana 4 wht u gone throu, quick recovery dear
Getty, u r the best. May the lord protect u with your family. Tough moments don't last but tough people does.get well soon
So sorry and get well soon
Get well soon.sorry for your loss.
Pole sana Getrude for your loss. May God comfort you and your family in this time and may He grant you quick healing
Pole sana Pete & Getrude…. one thing remember is that all that happens, happens to honor and glorify God. We may not understand how or why…. but there is always something good….
Ooh my God thts sooo sad….pole Sana…b at peace
So sorry for what you have gone through madam.God will see through.Sad you are not coming back to host you show 'bahari ya mapenzi'-you had a magical touch.
Oooh dear Getrude Mungai! pole sana. God Grace is sufficient, get well soon.
Ugua pole.
It is all well and I thank God for you will recover soon
So sorry Gertrude. Get well soon dear.
Get well Getrude. Am truly sorry and sorry for ur loss. It wil be well in Jesus name.
So sorry. God is able! Get well soon.
Pole Sana mpendwa. mungu awe nanyi!!
God is faithfull
All will be well with you and your family.God loves you more than you can possibly imagine.
Get well soon…n may God give u strength
Hi Getrude
Michelle , I am sorry for your loss, I know how u feel coz my hubby and I have been there in 2011, it's the hardest thing in life ,and I know they say time is a healer , but this one stays, it gets better in time, sometimes it just hits u and back @ square 1, but be gentle and be kind to yourself xx he/ she is a better place with TheLord. Forgive my Uncle Kidero for the potholes am sure it's for a good course xxx look after your self God is in control
Thanks
Get well the soonest
Oh pole, get well soon. When u get better, you can consider adopting a baby girl my dear. It shall be well.
Poleni sana. Mine was a similar situation I wanted a girl too becoz I had twin boys bradley n Barry. They were 9 yrs n I thought it was the right to give them a sister. I counted the days so I started mombasa raha on 11 day n stopped hiyo mwezi ikapita hivyo nothing. So planned again for 12th day n also at the same time I wanted to go 4 a womans clinic 4 a thorough check up n i planned 4 it when i was 3 days past my periods. It was on a monday I went to though I was told womans clinic is always on wednesday bt was advised to some minor test like pregnancy b4 wednesday n there I was told I was pregnant. my plans had to change from womans clinic to ante natal. So scheduled my clinic to the next wk Wednesday. But that week on wednesday night after mombasa raha I felt mild pain n minor bleeding so I assumed may be it was caused by the process but come thursday the bleeding continues but it wasnt alot. My decided we should go back to hossy. Both scans (trans viginal n the kwaida abdominal)was done but showed nothing. The nurses assumed may becz it was still little. I was given some dawas n a 1 wk bedrest n check up after 1 wk. The pain went away but the bleeding was minor not feeling a pad in 12 hrs. By tuesday nxt wk the bleeding had stopped n was due for my next visit on wednesday. We went n did both scans. The nurse n the sonogragher gave us rude answer imagine being told" may be u were not pregnant in the first place". We left that hossy broken hearted cz we were expecting them 2 give an assurance n here we r. My hubby was so pised n from that day I swear not to go bACk to that hossy. ( its one of those big hossies in nairobi coubty by the way but I cant name it here) niliwasamea lakini. Deep down in me I was feeling that this pregnqncy is so so strange no nausea nothing. the next wk I went back to work since I was not in pain nor bleeding anymore. 4 wks later n since i was on nightn that day i decided to seek a 2nd opinion from gyna who consult for my hubbys co. That was on thursday n she sent for an ultra sound that afternoon. The scan comfirmed the worst news in our lives. We having an ectopic pregnancy n I was 8 weeks going to 9. I took the news casually n went to work. I didn't break the news to my hubby on phone I waited until we r home. I hd not heard a clear info about ectopic until I started googling. What I read was scarring me though I thought may be something can be done abt it, the next day we started consulting if there a way out but consultants said the only option is to remove via laparacopic procedure since it had grown kiasi. At that we decided to break the news to my doctor who advised me for an urgent admission to nairobi hosy. It was a mater of urgency she was their attending to other patients but booked me in n also the theatre must be ready. We werent far n arrive the aftet 20 minutes n 30 minutes later I was at the theatre.she saved my life though but unfortunately I lost one of my fallopian tubes. She cleared me to try again 3 months later. After the clearance we tried n tried n nothing was forthcoming. 6 months down the line we decided to do some tests n was also given unpleasant news. My remaining tube is also blocked. Was given 2 options to try one being surgery n IVF.At that point I told God those 2 are not my options. Gave my self 1 yr 2 monrhs upto the end of 2013 to sought other n avenues. I chose to do the following which i started in mid january 2013 go herbal, massage my abdomen morning n evening, drink 1 litre of water first thing in the morning n to do 30 minutes, 3 times weekly n a dedicated 9 day prayer. Though I was not given a girl, 1 month after starting the regiem 1 got pregnant. Pregnancy which was so so smooth growing belly n the kicks kud only tell me I was in deed pregnant. Our baby Brayden came to us 3 wks early but in perfect health he is now 8 months 1 wk. As mothers we go through so much but God gave a strong will power to push on. My God help u n your family give u strength to go through healing process especially 4 ua kids.hope my story can inspire some1 done give up.
Thanks Valentine, yours case is moving and inspirational. I am sure it will encourage women in similar situations. It also offers hope and reaffirms the restoring power and grace for the almighty God. Thanks for sharing, your are a strong woman indeed. God bless you and your boys. Regards Getrude
Pole sana May the lord's grace be with you
AM SO SORRY,MAY GOD'S GRACE AND PEACE BE WITH U ALWAYS.
God is good gal
Vale this is a strong message, God is able. Brayden had to be born!!!
pole sana Getrude. Be strong for the Lord is with you.
Get wwell soon
We thank God you are well. RIP lil Ceaser
May the Lord see you and your family through.Quick recovery
Val this an inspiring story. may God sprinkle His blessing unto u and ur entire family
am speechless dear, i can't believe but prayers is the solution, that's is the most painful experience, one can imagine?
Take heart. There is always sushine after the rain.
God is faithful and in everything He has a reason for it,and all things worketh out for good to those who trust Him.You are a strong woman and i admire your courage.
may Our Lord continue doing you good .
Take heart, and to not forget that there is a reason for everything, may God comfort you and the family.
Pole dear God who give and take am sure there is a reason for everything and another one will come soon
God is on the throne it is well….
A so sorry. God gives and God takes away. Glory to his name. Wishing you quick recovery.
sorry getrude mungai wit ur fam….may tha lord comfort u n be there 4u lovely lady. we serve a faithful God n he will never leave nor foresake thee. Be strong ma dear n peace b wit u
Get well soon my great mentor.So sorry
How deep,thank God for the healing n may u continue healing positively
Sorry abt your experience. By the way the 1st hospital wasnt wrong only that it was too early to diagnose.I glorify God you refused to believe man's report abt your tubes…the God who created us understands us better.
pole val and Get for enduring all that pain.
May God give u n ur family peace..u r blessed
pole sana Getrude Mungai may the peace of the Lord n strength b ur comfort together with ur family
I'm so sorry Gertrude in God we trust everything happen for a reason .pole sana
POLE sana u r a strong woman….
Get well soon gettie n God will bless ur womb again!
pole sana
Ouch this is really sad, you such a strong woman. God bless yoi
Pole Getrude
Am really touched by your narrations, what a touching story? Receive my comfort and above all, sorry for what befell you. Hear this, everything happens for good for those who love the LORD, Take heart!! POLENI SANA!!!
Pole sana for your loss… Been there twice and it was the hardest thing in the whole world.. The switch from ventolin to oxytocin is a curse. I thank God that He blessed me with two adorable little people despite the pains of before. Thanking God for keeping you in total peace. It is well.
You are a strong woman. God Bless you and strengthen you more always.
Strong woman survive no matter what. Believe in yourself
Vale, Don’t look at how big the problem is but look at how big God is. You may not know your tomorrow but trust in the one who knows everything, created everyone and even knows what tomorrow holds. The one who even sustain life and sees our children blow their birthday candles. My story and pain cannot be narrated in black and white, but have experienced what it means “never give –up” and I know the struggle of looking for a baby. It’s not automatic neither obvious as may be assumed.
Get well soon and may God almighty see you and your family through this.
Pole sana Get
Pole saana mom,God will see u through…..
Valentine Kiptoo am lost for words. All I can say is God is great and you are a strong woman. Iron Lady!!
God be with you and may the Lord continue to heal you and give you the strength you require.
God be with you, dont lose hope His will will prevail in your life, I lost two pregnancies last year at six and five months and now am at my seventh month of pregnancy and I know God will see me through..it shall be well
May God continue to strengthen you and comfort you.God loves u soo soo much and he still has good plans for you.
Getrude, its never easy what a woman goes through, the whole process of conception then loosing a child its not easy though it gets easier. may God always encourage you and hold you up in great esteem. be encouraged all is not lost you have a wonderful family that is supporting you and standing with you. God bless you
pole sana. may God continue to strengthen you.
You are one favoured and strong woman.We thank God.We love you as always and may you get well soon.
thanks for sharing you have consoled my heart .. underwent more pain after losing my baby girl July last year at one of the rogue hospitals that i would rather not mention here, at delivery having carried her to full terms. It was some sort of medics faults but i have learnt to seek comfort and solace in the Lord and also to leave all to Him, He knows best. It was the worst most painful time for me. I even almost lost my life. I went through normal labour while feeling the baby kicks. all went well until the time for the baby to come out and they said she had a shoulder arrest. They struggled and struggled until i became unconscious only to wake up after surgery and i was told that the baby didn't make it. It was too difficult for me even now one year after.. I sometimes cry a lot but… anyway lemi end here
I still hope God will remember me again.
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