Staring intensely at my two little ones made me shiver at what would have been but for the timely intervention of dad.
Dad had come to see me earlier this morning as he usually did every day for the past four weeks, which I constantly teased him about. It took him about two hours to commune between his house and mine, but he nevertheless, made this journey everyday. I had wondered if it was because he was lonely and tried matchmaking with some of the elderly women in the neighbourhood.
Dad had arrived earlier than usual this morning with a poignant look. He kept pacing round the house like he was expecting something unusual to happen.
It started suddenly, without warning. I was frying plantain for dad in the kitchen as I did most morning, when I felt a sharp pain in the lower part of my belly. I sat down to relieve the pain. This pain was quite unusual. I had not been involved in any strenuous activity. After some minutes, I stood up to continue with my cooking, but the pain returned and I felt my legs give way.
I really cannot remember what happened from then but dad told me it was like a replay of what had happened to mum. ”He had come into the kitchen and met me on lying on the floor. I was rushed to the hospital and had an emergency surgery to save my life and that of my babies.”
According to the doctor, ”the babies’ placenta had separated from its attachment to the womb, a condition called abruptio placenta,” which is a dire emergency and if I had not been brought to the hospital immediately…
Then, I remembered when I was five and something similar had happened to mum…(to be continued)