FEBRUARY 22, 1990, Thursday at 2:30pm, God gave my ex and I a son. It was a easy pregnancy I guess since it was my first. My due date was Valentine’s day but baby decided to wait. I had morning sickness for the whole nine months but drinking milk seemed to soothe the urge most of the time.
The day of my delivery, my son struggled to breathe because the umbilical cord was in a knot. “There’s nothing we can do about that but give you oxygen to breath for him”, the doctor said. I tried hard not to panic, I never dreamt of losing him. My ex was by my side the entire time. I was really blessed that he was. Nine hours later and born naturally without drugs, our son was here.
The doctors and nurses cheered so loud, I thought we all were going to be thrown out. I didn’t know why at first until the cord was shown to me tied tight, which meant he came just in time before all circulation was lost to his brain. They said, “He’s a miracle from God”! So David and I had already decided to give him his first name but the second name was thought of right on the spot… “Andwele”, that says in Tanzanika, “God brought me here”!
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