My real life hero—My Mom!———#76

The moment I saw this week’s topic,I knew exactly what to write.This is not a cliche post or write up,these word I’m about to write are words I have not really spoken out or expressed before and I wish she could see this...

I believe everyone’s mom is a hero to them in thier own unique ways...A mother is a hero each and everyday(there are exceptions though)....There is a particular reason amidst a whole other reasons why I am tagging my mom as my real life hero today.

My pregnancy days where quite beautiful and easy.It wasn’t really stressful,well until the 3rd trimester when I started to have plenty complaints.Well my husband couldn’t handle it so we resolved that I go stay with my mom until I give birth.This was a month before I gave birth and it was the best decision I must say...I was well taken care of infact I was dotted on.

This is why my mom is my real life hero.

So it was time for my baby to come.I was on induced labour for three days and those days my mom had my back like no one else,sometimes she wouldn’t eat the whole day because I was in pains and she had to be with me through it all,she was there to rub my back and waist when the pains came on strong(my husband was around but he was totally helpless,the man was in utter confusion lol),till I finally had my child the third day through cesarean operation(he was taking too long to come down).Oh my mother showed up for me in ways even my husband could not.

It’s not even in ways in which she took care of my child even when I could not hold him,I remember in the first week of my operation...due to how the nurse who dressed my wound up malhandled it because she was in a hurry,I was in sever pains I mean real pains for two days before I went back to the hospital for redressing.

I remember vividly there was one night I could not even move my body,to drop my legs from the bed...hmmmm the pain I went through those days is not something I can explain.That night I remember how I was crying profusely as if I had lost one dear to me,every single turn I made hurt extremely I was just crying.....my mother couldn’t stand to see me cry like that infact as I was crying she too was crying,I didn’t even know when she called the doctor who performed the surgery to explain what was going on and the doctor prescribed one drug that would help kill the pain...

This was about past 10pm my husband was not around to help that night he had gone for a training the previous day there was literally nobody to help us out .when she saw how I was groaning in pains she had no choice.. my mother took her car keys and set out to get me those drugs,even when the doctor told her I could hold off till the next day that the pains would eventually stop,but she wasn’t having it...she drove to town that night to look for that drug for me dangerous as it was(this drugs wasn’t something you get at any regular pharmacy,she had to drive a long distance to get that drugs)and guys,immediately I took that drugs my system normalized,I was able to sleep well and feed my new born.

I really don’t know what would have happened to me that night.I have heard how pains had killed people before and God,I thought I’d loose my life!....that pain was unbearable!..I just thank God my mom had the courage to step out that night and not listen to everyone around telling her to wait it out,maybe I’d have been long gone..it was that severe..

I know this may sound like a cliche story about a mother’s selflessness, but guys, it’s a really big deal to me,she did what no one could do for me when I really needed it.I owe this woman my life!..its not even all the other things she did (that I cannot even write about) during my recuperation period!

My mother is my real life hero and she forever would be.I wish she would live forever!

Thanks for reading.

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