A big gush of blood saved my life (my pregnancy story)

 

“My pregnancy was a particularly difficult one as I was sick almost all through. A few weeks before my due date, I began to have these nightmares about dying; I was also experiencing what I would call premonitions about my death and it scared me so much. The feeling would not go away and I became convinced I was not going to survive that pregnancy. I started organizing my stuff and generally preparing myself for my passing. I placed my formerly hidden bank statements in a drawer where my husband could easily access them; I wrote a living will, listing my assets and how it should be shared amongst my family, then I made a list of all the stuff my kids wanted so I could buy them.

 

Days before I was due, I started doing a lot of meditations and prayers to prepare myself for the afterlife. To better guide me, I sought the counsel of my spiritual adviser who prayed with me and gave me prayer points as well, while assuing me I would not die. By the time I got to the hospital to have my baby, I was ready to move on from this world to the next and I prayed fervently that God would receive my soul.

 

In the delivery room, the birth was easier than my previous kids and didn’t take much time at all. When I was wheeled out, I was a bit surprised because the drama I expected didn’t happen. As I lay on my hospital bed contemplating the grace of God which had preserved my life, I began to feel some sharp pains. I tried to ignore them but they got worse and a few minutes later, they was excruciating. I rang for the nurse who came in, touched me all over and said there was nothing wrong. She said I must be one of those who feared childbirth and my ‘pain’ was likely psychological. She gave me some pain medication and left.

 

Thirty minutes later, I was going insane. I was still lying in exactly the same position I’d been in since I was helped onto the bed. My husband who’d gone out after the delivery to do a few things came back to see me in pain. I mumbled what was going on and he decided to help me off the bed so he could straighten it, change my position into a more comfortable one to see if that’d help. The moment he helped me get up, blood – a lot of it – gushed down my legs, splashed all over the floor and I moaned.  It was like a tap of blood had been opened and it ran freely. My husband panicked, rang for the nurses and held on to me. When the nurse that’d checked on me before strolled in and saw me, she quickly rang for the doctor. I was wheeled back to the OR and I remember thinking to myself – ‘I knew I won’t make it’. That’s the last thing I remember.

 

When I opened my eyes, I was back on my hospital bed with my husband dozing on the seat beside me. I touched myself and everything felt okay. I looked around the room and my mind went ‘I made it’. I began to cry quietly. I honestly didn’t think I would make it; I was so sure I would die that day. The premonitions were so strong and so real.

 

The doctor came later and he could not offer a good enough explanation of what happened to me; it was a mystery or maybe I was too groggy to understand and I’ve never asked again. All I know is that the blood gushed out and called attention to whatever was happening to me – something that could have been fatal. I talked to someone about it and she said maybe the dreams came to warn me of impending doom so I would have the opportunity to counter it with the weapon of prayer. Whatever it was, I just thank God for saving me.”