Impregnate me or I die episode 4

Impregnate me or I die
Part Four
 
 
My husband practically dragged me to the
hospital. He made all the complaints to the doctor
as I was economical with information about my
health so as to avoid any treatment that will
jeopardize my chances of conceiving that month.
Immediately the doctor asked me to lie on the patient stretcher so he could observe me. He did I quick scan on my abdomen, ‘madam you may
stand up.’ He said after the scan. My eyes were
fixed on his l-ips, anxious to hear his diagnosis.
‘Sir, madam is having an infection and that is the cause of the pain, I will place her on medication for two weeks. I will also treat you so you won’t pass it to her again through s€×ual intercourse.
 
Does it mean I am not pregnant? I asked myself and unknown to me my silent question was loud enough that the doctor heard it. ‘No madam,
you are not pregnant. Even if you were pregnant
I would prefer we take care of this infection
first.’ At that moment I hated my husband for bringing me to hear this bad news, I hated the doctor too for giving me this bad news. For the period we spent with the doctor I was quiet all through. in,side the car while going home I didn’t say a word to my husband neither did I reply any of his conversations.
 
We got home and my husband gave me the dose for that night. ‘I won’t take these drugs because I know I don’t have any infection. Even if I have an infection, my God will heal me.’ I told my husband.
 
My husband was not happy about my attitude
and I could see anger all over his face. The drugs
were too powerful for an expectant mother and I
didn’t wish to take such medication at the
moment . It will suspend my plans of getting
pregnant for two months. If I take the drugs now, it will flush out my pregnancy and will not allow
me observe my ovulation time for the next
month. I refused to take the drugs but kept
praying to God for this month’s pregnancy to
stay. I started vomiting some days later. I quickly
rushed to the calendar to calculate the days I
missed my period, it was the 29th day after the
last circle. I quickly put a call through to Sally, ‘I
think I am pregnant’, I told her on phone.
‘Have you gone for a test?’ she asked me. ‘I have been vomiting for two days now and I
haven’t seen my menses for 29 days, do I need
any test to know I am pregnant?’
‘Missing your menses for 29 days and vomiting
are not enough to conclude you are pregnant.
Dear friend, please go for pregnancy test tomorrow. I know it will surely be positive,
congratulations in advance.’ she said. I
couldn’t explain what I felt because of what
Sally said and the congratulation greeting. My fear with going for pregnancy test is the fact
that I will not be able to withstand “madam you
are not pregnant” or “madam the test is
negative”. I decided I won’t go to the hospital
for a test until I see more signs of pregnancy. My husband and I had not been friendly terms
because of my refusal to take the drugs
prescribed for the treatment of the infection. I
knew I was still in control of his heart because of
the love he had for me, so I wasn’t afraid. More
so, I know telling him that I was pregnant will change his attitude, all I needed was just to be
sure I was pregnant.
 
I waited on till the 36th day before I told my
husband I was ready for a pregnancy test. He
smiled and said ‘pregnancy test you will
have.’ He quickly dressed up and we drove to
the hospital. This time I was more optimistic
because I had seen almost all the pregnancy signs I have heard of in my life. My blood sample
was taken, ‘you may wait at the
reception,’the lab lady announced to us. But this
was not the method last time, I sat with the man
while he did the test. Why is this lady asking us to
go out first for a test that’s less than fifteen minutes? We obeyed and went to sit at the
reception. Fifteen minutes later she called out my
name to come for my result. My husband asked
me to sit down while he went for the result but I
pretended as if I didn’t hear him, so I followed
him right behind. As soon as I saw the lady handing over a brown envelope to my husband I
started feeling dizzy. Before my husband could
collect the envelope I was down on the floor. All
that happened thereafter was explained to me when I regained my consciousness.
 
My infection had gone bad at this time, with
whitish and creamy fluid coming out of my
private. I knew I had no option this time other than to submit myself for treatment. The drugs were intimidating and horrible but I didn’t have any other choice than to complete the dose. I took the drugs in pain and bitterness. After two weeks I was asked to go for scanning to know the level of my responsiveness to treatment. The doctor wasn’t satisfied with my condition so he placed me on another two weeks heavy treatment. Those times were close to hell for me. One wh0le month of swallowing pills and heavy antibiotics.
 
I became jealous of Sally as her pregnancy
advanced by the day while I was battling with an
infection. Three months later nothing happened,
all my attempts to get pregnant never
materialized. I became tired of life and wish I could just die. My inability to conceive turned into a nightmare. My husband had grown leaned for
too much of s€× yet I was not pregnant for once. I
made a lot of research on Google and other
fertility websites all to no avail. I forced my
husband to see a specialist on my inability to
conceive but I was advised to calm down and that I had no need to worry until after one year.
One year looked like ten years. I can’t wait for one year, I told myself. I must be pregnant next month by all means.
 
My phone rang while I was in the bathroom
twice. When I came out to check my caller, it
was Sally. I called back, “hello Sally,’ ‘hello
Maryam’, she greeted back. ‘I called to inform
you that I was delivered of a baby boy
yesterday,’ she said. I managed to congratulate her, I faked happiness but I was not happy deep
in,side of me. After we ended the conversation
my body system changed immediately. Many evil
thoughts took hold of me. My friend who we
thought will not be able to get pregnant is now a
mother, Maryam the holy V-rgin cannot achieve one day pregnancy. It was useless keeping my
V-rginity all these years. I should have enjoyed
myself like Sally did. All the years of denial were needless after all.
 
My husband came back from work that day with
a news of promotion in his office. He was so
excited about it but I was indifferent, neither did I
show any sign of happiness. “Sweet heart, you
didn’t even congratulate me for my new
promotion,’ he queried. ‘Why should I congratulate you? Other men are impregnating
their wives you, you are bringing promotion
letter to the house. I want positive pregnancy test
result in a white envelope not a promotion letter
in a brown envelope.’ His countenance
suddenly changed from good to bad. He just quietly left me in the sitting room to the bedroom.
I went after him and scre-med at the top of my
voice, ‘impregnate me or I die! Strong and real
men give their wives children. My husband did
not alter a word and that made it painful. I moved
closed to him, held his cloth as if he was owing me money. ‘If you are man enough make me
pregnant now,’ he held me and said in a calm tune, “God makes all things beautiful in his own time”.
 
Our marriage will soon be one year and I have
not been seen with pregnancy. I no longer
attended church regularly for shame and
unnecessary questioning from church members.
In fact, I began to hate those prayers people do
whenever they see me. Those prayers makes everyone know you are waiting on the Lord for
fruit of the womb. I started avoiding some
women in church for the embarrassment from
their so called prayers and wishes. This continued
until I met with mama ibeji, they call her mama
ibeji because she had a set of twins. She walked up to me after Sunday service, ‘Mrs Omeiza
how are you?’ ‘I am fine ma’am’, I replied.
‘Can I have a chat with you? Yes ma’am.’ I
already knew she was going to talk about
conception because she’s one of those zealous
women who will not mind their business in church. I just wanted her to say what she wanted
to say so I can go. ‘I know what you are going
through Mrs Omeiza because I was there too. I
waited three years after our wedding before God
answered me.’ I didn’t know she waited that
long anyway before having her children. She told me about a pastor in Abaji who God has been
using to answer the prayer of waiting mothers.
She promised to take me there if I was willing.
Why won’t I be willing? I want to carry my baby too.
 
How to tell my husband I want to go and see a
prophet over conception is a big problem. He will
never subscribe to that idea because he is a man
of faith. I started thinking of lies and immediately
I thought of telling him I want to go and see my
mom. I got it all planned out with Iya ibeji and we took off to Abaji the following day. When we got
to Abaji I was expecting Iya ibeji to take me to a
church since we were going to see a prophet but
I was shocked to my bones when we got into the
hotel and iya ibeji bought a ticket in my name at
the reception. I summoned courage to asked her, “ma I thought you said we are coming to see a
prophet, why are we here in a hotel? Do you
want to carry your baby or not? She asked me as
she looked through my eyes. Of course I want to
carry my baby. So I replied, ‘I want to carry my
baby.’ It seems a section of the hotel have been leased to prophet David Evans for this work. We
got to the section and met two other women on
the waiting queue. We sat down and waited for
our turn. When we got in, I was expecting to see
a man on suit with a Bible on his table and
probably a bottle of anointing oil but that was far from it. Rather I saw a funky man with a well
furnished office surrounded with beautiful
electronic gadgets. This man can’t be a prophet,
I thought within me.
 
What do you think Maryam is into?
Let’s see in part nine.