Baby Mi (My Baby) Part 1
BABY MI
Mayowa Ojo
6/10/20262 min read
Baby mi (my baby)
My first pregnancy came with all the drama that is deriguer of pregnancies. I threw up, had swollen feet, could not cook for the life of me simply because the smell of anything in the kitchen made me nauseous. I could barely keep anything down the first trimester and by my second trimester I had early contractions that threatened my baby’s life. It was a nightmarish experience and I began to wonder how my mom did it seven times. SEVEN FREAKING TIMES!!! Who does that?
Anyway by the time Sharon arrived none of that mattered. She was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. All the otherworldly symptoms that came with the pregnancy were gone and I was literally walking on sunshine. There were days when I felt like all that drama during the pregnancy prepared me for motherhood as I suddenly felt empowered post partum.
When I got pregnant the second time I knew something was different. First of all, I didn’t even know I was pregnant until I was at the start of my second trimester. What?! This was so unlike the first one when I could have sworn I started throwing up the very next morning after conception!
I quickly went to the hospital to be sure it was really pregnancy and to check if everything was okay. That ride to the hospital was perhaps the longest one I ever had. I kept wondering if Mother Nature was punishing me for all the horrible things I said during my first pregnancy and during labour of the same.
Turns out there was nothing wrong as far as the doctors could tell but I had a gut feeling still. I chided myself several times because it seemed like I was hellbent on having something bad happen to my baby with the relentlessly nagging feeling I couldn’t shake off.
On my EDD I looked at my tummy and doubted the scan from months before. I looked like I was at the beginning of my third trimester. Something definitely was wrong.
When my water broke in the 41st week I was scared and certain my baby would be premature.
I’ll save you the suspense and tell you that I had a perfectly healthy baby at 11:19am on the 25th of March 1979. I insisted that the doctors ran several checks on her and all came out good.
Finally I put aside my fears and just accepted that I was either badly scarred by my first pregnancy or I was just a chronic pessimist who couldn’t be hopeful for a second of her life. Everything was fine until the second week after Leah was born.