I
knew I was pregnant last year. It was not my first baby and having missed my
period I went to have a laboratory test to confirm it. I did the test in a
brother’s lab and it was positive so I rejoiced. Behold, children
are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward Ps
127:3(ESV). I had two lovely boys and wished for a
girl. It was therefore strange to me when the doctors informed me that my womb
was empty; that the ultrasound scan revealed no gestational sac.
I
had been involved in an accident in the trimester whilst driving the Toyota Sienna
and could not move my legs. Actually after the accident I came out of the car
myself but after a while had no feelings from the waist down. The doctors at
the University of Nigeria Teaching Hospital asked me if there was any
information I wanted to give them and I remembered and told them I was
pregnant. They exclaimed, as I had already been to do x-ray investigations, and
so the surgeon ordered an ultrasound scan to know the status of the baby. Two
scans were done, and they were by senior residents (I still have the reports
with me), each indicating I was not pregnant. I was confused since I never bled or expelled anything but my husband
urged me to forget about that. My getting well he said was more important.
We had been
praying and believing God for my condition, but the investigations were very
expensive. The neurosurgeon ordered an
MRI scan and when my husband balked at the cost he rebuked him: “Don’t you love your wife?” Oh, because of the sighing of the needy, Now will I arise,
saith Jehovah; I will set him in the safety he panteth for Ps
12:5 (ASV). I had been warned not to stand on my feet
but I was convinced in my heart God would intervene and so with some assistance
I put my feet on the ground. I was shaky at first but with my feet on the
ground the feelings slowly returned. I now insisted on being discharged. My
neurosurgeon is a brother; he obliged.
At home the
signs of pregnancy kept coming and my body was changing, how could I not be
pregnant? Some suggested the earlier test was a mistake; that some labs are
fraudulent. I called on that brother and he invited me over to the lab.
Assuring me he was no fraud he offered to repeat the blood test without charge.
When the result came out positive he called my husband over and told us God had
plans for and would protect the baby and prayed with us for the girl child I
desired. Worried I might have a “blighted Ovum” – a cancerous condition- the
gynaecologist sent me off to a well trusted radiology centre in town. I was now
in the 12th week. The blessing of
the LORD makes rich, and he adds no sorrow with it
Prov 10:22(ESV). Dr Mgbor himself did the test with a
colour scanner after reading the note and taking my history. The attending
nurse gasped at a point in the scan but Mgbor silenced her with a look. “Call your husband over to come here” he
said, “I see the evidence of his work and
want to congratulate him.” My baby was there!
Esther
works in the records department of UNTH
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