Lightning never strikes the same place twice…. Or so they say!
I had fought the pregnancy battle and come out victorious. I have a healthy, beautiful toddler…I assumed my next pregnancy was going to be much easier.
After Micah arrived and the “reality of motherhood versus my naïve notion set in, we decided we were going to wait until Micah was a little bit older to have another baby. Working full time and being a full time new mummy, I knew I wasn’t ready for another baby just yet. However, in August 2015, things fell into place and we decided it was time to move the family back to Geneva.
A few weeks after we moved to Geneva, I woke up one morning and I knew I was pregnant. I had a spare pregnancy test (don’t ask why, lol) so I used it… It was positive. I shared the news with Yomi and Micah.
“Micah is going to be a big brother”
We were all excited, even though Micah didn’t understand why at the time.
I went back to my bedroom to gather all my pregnancy devotionals. I had given most of my books to friends so it was back to Amazon to order new ones. I couldn’t stop thanking God for giving us the opportunity to experience the joys of pregnancy and parenthood once again.
With my previous pregnancy losses, I had issues with low HCG levels, so I had a stash of progesterone suppository. I checked the expiry date and they were still good and I started using them immediately.
“I am not taking any chances”
Before I had Micah, I didn’t have the best experience with my doctor in Geneva, so I called my doctor in London and booked an appointment to see her. When she saw me, she did a urine and blood test to confirm pregnancy. I also asked for a copy of my test result showing my HCG levels. Like I said, I wasn’t taking any chances. She called me a few hours later and confirmed my HCG level was 5760, which was equivalent to about 5 weeks… spot on! First hurdle cleared. She recommended progesterone suppository, prenatal vitamins and plenty of rest.
At this stage, I was feeling very confident about my pregnancy. I was praying, reading my devotionals, taking my vitamins, eating right…. Life was great!!!
A few days after we got back to Geneva, I woke up one morning to pee. My lower abdomen felt uncomfortable, kind of like when you have a period coming. I thought this was strange as I never felt this way when I was pregnant with Micah.
I check and I was spotting! I didn’t spot or bleed when I was pregnant with Micah, not once. My previous experiences with spotting and bleeding always ended in a miscarriage. I started crying…
I started to panic, and then slowly the spirit of fear started to creep back in. I had fought and prayed so hard to overcome fear in my previous pregnancy and I felt like it was happening all over again. I called my mum and we prayed together after which, I sat in bed thinking. Then I got out of bed and on my knees, ready to have another lengthy conversation with our Father.
The next morning, I contacted a friend of mine. This friend had a difficult pregnancy as well and I remember she spoke highly of her doctor in Geneva. I asked for the details and she also contacted her doctor via email introducing me and explaining my current situation.
I finally got to see a doctor and baby was fine. I went back home more confident and just like the doctor told us, my spotting reduced and then stopped. However, l started dealing with bouts of severe debilitating nausea, bloating, spitting and fatigue. Again these symptoms were strange to me, as I didn’t experience them whilst I was pregnant with Micah. The doctor had warned that I take things easy but with Micah growing up and being so active, it was easier said than done.
One morning, I woke up to pee again and experienced another unusual and terrifying symptom. I feared the worse. I called my mum and also my friend Idi. She kept praying with me, confessing positively. She kept reassuring me that all would be fine. She was sending me scriptures to confess. At this point, our morale was down.
While we were in the waiting room, my friend kept sending messages…Quoting scriptures and prayers. The doctor finally called us in. Immediately we walked in, she commented on how gloomy we both looked.
I started crying again and I told her what happened and that I was afraid I was suffering a miscarriage. She said she couldn’t confirm this until she performed a scan. As she was about to start the scan I look away, and as a daughter of the most High I am so ashamed to say this but I had lost hope….and then the doctor asked me to look at the screen.
I saw our baby, wonderfully made and healthy. She played baby’s heartbeat for us, it was beating so strong. “Your baby is strong; your baby is a fighter”
At this point, my husband and I were overwhelmed and we just kept praising and thanking God. The doctor increased my dosage of progesterone and mandatory bed rest. She was going to see me every week until I got to 12 weeks.
With this increased dosage of progesterone, I was constantly tired, so bloated (I looked 5 months pregnant at only a few weeks). It was such an emotional roller coaster. One day, I wasn’t spotting and everything was fine and then next day I was spotting again.
I remember walking home after my appointment and a friend Timi sent a message, checking up on me. I’d been meaning to call her so I did. I keep thinking about that day and I know it was fate, that God sent her to me, He used her words to convey His message to me and I heard it loud and clear, my spirit was lifted!
The most amazing thing happened after I prayed with Timi; I woke up the next morning and there was no spotting or bleeding. Same thing happened the day after, and the day after that. I haven’t experienced any spotting or bleeding after that day.
At my next doctor’s appointment, I told her I had stopped bleeding… did I mention how awesome my doctor is? I love her, I love how detailed she is, how she goes above and beyond to make sure all is well and how she breaks it down so I know exactly what is going on! I couldn’t have prayed for a better doctor and I am so thankful to God because I don’t know how I would have coped with constant flights to London.
Anyway, she did a scan and confirmed that all was well with baby and baby was growing as expected. We had a lengthy discussion about pregnancy, complications etc… she ended our conversation with some powerful words and I left feeling inspired. We had also just crossed the 12-week mark so she was feeling pretty confident about the pregnancy and so were we.
Being pregnant with my second child is an entirely different experience than when I was pregnant with Micah.
- With Micah, I felt amazing – no sickness, nausea, fatigue or bloating. I even worked full time till I was 37 weeks pregnant. With this pregnancy, I had all of the above symptoms plus spitting – gross!!!
- With this pregnancy, I was meant to be on bed rest for most of my first trimester but with an active toddler, I couldn’t rest or stay off my feet, let alone have the time to pamper myself
- With Micah, I didn’t eat for two. I ate regular portions and had no cravings. On the other hand, with this pregnancy, I ate so much during my first trimester. I don’t know if it was the progesterone suppository but I would eat breakfast at 9am and then 30 minutes later, I was hungry again. I didn’t want to eat but couldn’t help it, it was almost as if my life depended on it. If I didn’t eat, my tummy would start hurting badly. I used to eat about 12-13 times a day. Thankfully this symptom went away after the first trimester.
Overall, my first trimester wasn’t the easiest journey but I am thankful. This pregnancy is the best thing to happen to us and we are so excited and thankful to God for the opportunity to be parents once again. Micah is so excited to be a big brother and I know he will be an incredible big brother.
I have also come to realise that every woman’s journey to motherhood is different, some women have straightforward pregnancies and deliveries and they should be thankful, because they are blessed. Others like me, not so much, but I have learnt that it is also a blessing and there is nothing to be ashamed of.
Finally, my first trimester experience is a reminder that I’ve gone to battle once and I am an experienced soldier. And with God on my side, I am ready to do it all over again!
For all the mummies out there, what is/was your second pregnancy like? Did you experience different symptoms from your first?