The rumbling of thunder woke me up from sleep. I could not recall how I had fallen asleep. Confused, I looked around me to see if my brain cells would jog up a memory of where I was. After looking around for only a few seconds, the memories came rushing in like a broken dam.
I was at St. Micheall’s hospital. Nothing is wrong with me. I came to accompany my elder sister Rosaline who had been wheeled onto the labour room for delivery. Checking the time on my black ck wrist watch, I realized that it has been 18 hours since she was wheeled in and yet no news from any of her attending doctors or nurses.
Worried, I sat upright and took another quick look at the area where I was. The white pristine walls were homely. There were two long benches each on one side of the wall and at the far end of the hall was the labour room. The indicator light was on red meaning that they were still inside attending to my sister.
“Wat could be the problem?” I thought as that feeling of dread crept up my stomach. I heard a ding sound coming from the labour room. A matron stepped out and I took that as a clue to ask her about my sister.
“Excuse me ma. My name is Kate and my sister is the one in the labour room you just came out from. I would like to know how she's doing ma” I said in a rush hoping that my request made sense and that I would get a positive response.
She looked at me deeply before removing her light green face mask. “Your sister is in a bad shape but we are doing all we can to help her and the baby. Her vitals are good and she has started having the five minute apart contractions. Her cervix is also fully dilated but she is unwilling to give a push. If this continues I'm sorry we might have to opt for a ceaserian section” she replied to me.
I was scared but I tried my best not to show it. “So what is the way forward right now ma?” I asked again.
“We are hoping that your sister would cooperate with us and push when we ask her to so that she and the baby would be safe. Do you know of anything that could be holding her back?”
At that moment, it was like a light bulb appeared in my mind and I could tell what the problem lie. “Yes, but I would need to speak to her in person. Could that be arranged?” I proved but the weird look I received quelled my zeal.
“I'm sorry but we could only allow her husband in. Where is he and why is he not here yet?” She inquired.
“He can't come. He's dead. He died two months ago in a car crash and ever since then, my sister changed from cheery to moody. Please you will need to arrange it so that I can speak with her face to face. This might be more of a psychological issue than a medical one” I replied to her.
She nodded and showed me to a dressing room where I would change my clothes into hospital clothes. After changing appropriately, I followed her into the labour room. The room was painted all white and it was spacious. I let my eyes scan through the room, identifying different objects in the room. Then my eyes fell on my sister's body covered parly with a curtain screen. She was exhausted and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.
I quickly made my way to her. Holding her hands in mine, I gave it a gentle squeeze. She turned to look at me, smiling weakly. She tried to speak but I hushed her.
“I know your fear sis bit I want you to know that you are not alone. You've got me and soon your little bundle of joy would join in. You need to cooperate with the doctors and nurses and push with all your might. Do it for for your happiness. Do it for your child's sake. You are a mother now, so fight for the safety of your child okay. Don't worry you'll be fine. These good doctors and nurses will help you. I will also be right her with you all through okay” I told he in my gentlest voice.
“Okay, I would like that a lot” my sister said. I signalled the matron for them to begin the delivery process. I kept smiling at my sister while she held my hand tightly. After three more pushes, the sound of a baby crying could be heard.
“Congratulations, you have a baby boy. Give us a minute to clean him up and bring him to you” the matron said from the other side of the screen and I just felt so relieved.
“Congratulations sis or should I say the newest mum in town”.
“Thank you sis. Thank you for your encouraging words that helped me pull through. Honestly, I was scared of birthing my baby but seeing you helped me a lot”. “ Thank you sis” my sister said and I was pleased she opened up to me.
“I knew you were afraid. Ever since Spencer's death, you changed. O know that you might be scared thinking of how to raise the child alone but don't forget tht I am here with you” I told her and we both smiled.
Just then, the matron brought my little nephew to my sister for a close contac, bonding and breastfeeding.
I got a chance to see his cute chubby face and I was love struck. “What are you going to name him?” I asked
“Jeremy Spencer Walter ...after his dad".
“Beautiful names for a beautiful baby” I replied.
“Yes they are beautiful” and we both laughed out loud.
Thanks for reading.
Images were generated with Meta Ai.
Awwnnn, oh, thank goodness it was a successful delivery section and mother and baby were fine.
I can understand your sister's condition at the time of delivery. You know traumatic experiences can impact one's psychology making one draw into their shells.
It's nice you were there to offer support to your sister, which helped her birth her baby.
!BBH
Yes, thank goodness I was present at that crucial time.
Thanks for reading sis 🤗
Thank God you were there to help your sister pull through. It is not easy when you lost a loved one, the psychological trauma you be going through is not easy.
That's a fact but it is all good now.
Thank you for reading 🤗
You're welcome
Congratulations @beckyroyal! You have completed the following achievement on the Hive blockchain And have been rewarded with New badge(s)
Your next target is to reach 6000 upvotes.
You can view your badges on your board and compare yourself to others in the Ranking
If you no longer want to receive notifications, reply to this comment with the word
STOP