First of, i want to take this opportunity to thank @jerrybanfield who's given i and so many others the chance to be heard and tell our stories, Many thanks to you.
My names are Ezoh Promise born into a family of two, I'm from (Isuwkuato) in Igbo ethnic the eastern part of Nigeria and my mum Mrs Ezoh Mildred from (Item) who was born 1964 and who got married to my dad Mr Ezoh Johnson in November 1980 (Rest his Soul). Their first child was my sister in 1990 then i in 1992.
This happened to my own Mum (Mrs Mildred) in the year 1992 after she had birthed my elder sister. She's a caterer, she got pregnant of me and all was well till the day she had an accident, we lived in a bad area and rain fell that day, there was heavy flood, everywhere covering the gutters and on coming back from selling her goods the motorbike guy that was carrying her and her cooler didn't know there was a gutter there and they cashed, she fell and two things happened that she didn't know. First, her water broke and then i was out of the womb. She calls me "the child that chose life" in our native language (Nwa kere ndu) cause i was an Ectopic pregnancy and how she lived and i surviving outside the womb for 4 months without the fluids from the womb she says she can't explain till date, she says every other day she lived was hell because she felt pain like never before and i was always disturbing. She suspected something was wrong and decided to go for a scan and series of test there she was told what had happened and Doctors advised her to let them cut her open and take me out cause the chances of my survival was "Impossible" and that her womb would have to be taken out.
Having done the maths in her head, took her 10 years to take in cause she had only my sister and Considering the fact that then in igbo land having a male child was a thing of pride and joy and she had only a girl, she knew her in-laws will send her back and "We were too broke to even consider the surgery" she said, she went from the hospital to the church crying and praying, asking God how that would have been her fate after so many years and in such pains then she got home and i was still moving around she said she could feel me trying to reap her open then a voice told her to drink hot (alcohol), she went to our neighbors and took their's and i calmed down and she slept off. That was her water from May (her birthday month) to August when i was born. Says that was the best birthday gift God helped her with.
On the 22nd August 1992, when she was taken into the operation room the doctors prayed with her and she said the prayer request made by the doctors scared her because it sounded like they weren't expecting her to come out and she whispered her own words "You've seen me through this far, finish what you started God" and she shouted at my Dad "Go and make food cause i'll be eating much when i come out", She said when she was cut open the odor was so horrible that after i was carried out (Weighing 3.8kg) she was on table for 4 hours, her womb was ruptured and had started decaying. Her womb was removed only for her come out and was still having pains but she thought it was the surgery and decided to endure, on getting home weeks later the pains got serious and she wasn't digesting meals again and was advised to go back for a scan which she did and it happened to be a small towel was forgotten in her stomach. She had to be cut open again.
When she was opened up the towel had caused the intestines to tangle and she survived all that knowing there was someone watching over her (God).
