I Loved Him Before I met Him

On the morning of 14th March 2014, at around 4a.m, I started feeling strange shooting pains. They would strike and then disappear. An hour later, they started coming after every 10 minutes My husband and I left home at 6am and headed to the hospital. On arrival, I was rushed to the labor suite and assigned a nurse.

And so, it began. The nurse would periodically come to check on the progress of the baby and every time she performed the test, it felt like my birth canal was being chocked to death. But that’s a story for another day. As the pain intensified, I started wishing that I had asked and believed God for a Hebrew birth experience- Exodus 1:19: And the midwives said to Pharaoh, “Because the Hebrew women are not like the Egyptian women; for they [a]are lively and give birth before the midwives come to them.”

I think the pain of childbirth should be recorded in a special book and kept in the archives of an international human rights organization. It’s so intensely numbing that you do not even know which part of the body is hurting.

After a while, I couldn’t take it anymore. I told the doctor to check me in for a C-section. I told him that if he was not sure when the baby was coming out, it was better to have a C-section. He hesitated so I started fleeing the hospital in the open-back hospital gown with my entire back side showing. I was also barefooted. I was stopped at the exit with a promise of my preferred method of childbirth. I was wheeled into theater and after about 30 minutes, I was introduced to one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever met.

For the next 3 days I was in hospital, I couldn’t sleep because I thought that I would miss him. I fell in love with him before he could behave well, buy me gifts and compose songs for me. In fact, I fell in love with him even before I met him. When i found out that I was pregnant around June 2013, I immediately started thinking about this child, how much I would love them, provide for them, how bright their future was going to be. I imagined how handsome/beautiful they would look. Now I anticipate his needs and provide them, I think about him all the time, I listen to, and defend him. How much more does God do all these things?

Having Ike in my life is a demonstration of God’s love for me. I am reminded of how unconditionally I have been loved, how much I have been forgiven and how big God’s plan for my life is. I can never comprehend the height, depth and breadth of his love for me but I am thankful that I am already on a journey to discovering and embracing it.

Giving me Ike is God’s perfect way of making sure that I laugh in a Benz.