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Day 53

When on Labour Ward Calls, I normally sleep on the seat in order not to miss anything happening, until my second has had some sleep (on calm nights though). On this day, I was so drowsy and the seat wasn’t very comfy. I kept nodding off and the sweet nurses were like; Doc, go to your call room, we’ll call you when there’s something.

As I was about leaving, a lady walked in. Sleep ruined, but here's a quick history: It was the 1st pregnancy and she was only 4cm open. Viola!👌I can have some minutes in bed before she progresses.

At about 2am, He tapped me. “Go and check up on that lady," was impressed in my heart and as such, I could not resist it. I dragged myself to the Labour Ward and took a detailed history. There was another woman that arrived in my absence. I took her history too and was to call my chiefs for further review.
All along, I was thinking, God please show me what the lesson is. I know you didn’t wake me up 'unnecessarily.' I mean, there’s no emergency blah blah blah. Please show me the lesson.

Remember that the lady because of whom I came out, was having a baby for the first time and 4cm dilatation may not progress so quickly in first pregnancies. So I decided to watch and see how things would go. The lady pleaded that I call in her mum, dah dah dah. Her mum was a pastor. Her mum came in and prayed with her, declaring that she would give birth to her baby by 4am or thereabouts.🙅 Don’t get me wrong, I believe in miracles but this our science sometimes beclouds my faith and this was one of those days. I scoffed inwardly, saying that such a prayer can’t work in someone who hasn’t made any progress in the last two hours. 

The summary is that this baby was born before 6am. Of course I was dumbfounded. God passed His message though. Sometimes He defies regular science.

Peace unto you. God’s blessings. Do make of this what you will!🤗

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