Last year, I almost lost my wife to preeclampsia during pregnancy.
In fact, last year was the first time I ever heard the word "preeclampsia."
My wife was six months pregnant when doctors discovered that both her life and the baby's life were at risk.
What followed was one of the most difficult periods of our lives.
The hospital we were using in Gwarimpa referred us to the Federal Medical Centre in Jabi.
When we got there, they explained that they did not have enough ICU capacity for a premature baby and referred us to the National Hospital, Abuja.
I immediately drove her there.
Unfortunately, part of their ICU was under maintenance and had already been fumigated.
The remaining units were full, so they could not take us.
Again, they referred us to Garki Hospital, Abuja.
By this time, my wife's condition was getting worse.
Her eyes were swollen.
Her legs were swollen.
Her face had become so swollen that she barely looked like herself.
She was exhausted, dizzy, frightened, and in pain.
Yet I kept telling her everything would be fine, even though deep down, I was terrified.
At Garki Hospital, after reviewing the scan results and referral notes, they told us the case was too critical for them to handle.
Imagine driving from one hospital to another with a pregnant woman whose life was in danger, while every hospital kept referring you elsewhere.
The most painful part was that none of the hospitals could arranged an ambulance despite seeing her in a critical condition.
I was driving and making endless phone calls, speaking with doctors that I know, speaking with friends, and anyone who could point us in the right direction.
Finally, someone suggested the Teaching Hospital in Gwagwalada.
That was our last stop and that was where we found hope.
The doctors and nurses there fought with everything they had to safe her live.
At the same time they tried to buy time and help the baby's lungs mature enough to survive after delivery or if delivered safely.
They did everything possible.
Sadly, it wasn't enough.
The injections used to accelerate the baby's lung development took a serious toll on my wife's health.
Eventually, I was asked to sign documents acknowledging any possible outcomes.
She was also prepared to go for CS.
I signed.
To this day, I can still remember that moment.
My mind was racing.
My hands were shaking.
I was preparing myself for outcomes no husband ever wants to face.
By the mercy of Allah and the dedication of the medical team she had a normal delivery and my wife's life was saved.
(But we lost our baby girl π π π)
There are pains that never completely leave you.
Losing a child is one of them.
Still, I remain grateful.
Grateful that my wife survived.
Grateful to the doctors and nurses at the Teaching Hospital in Gwagwalada.
They are among the finest medical professionals I have ever encountered.
And grateful to Allah for carrying us through one of the darkest moments of our lives.
Two days ago 13th of June 2026, Allah bless my family with a male childβ¦.. Alhamdulillah. π
Today, as I look at everything my wife endured, I have even more respect for mothers and pregnant women.
The strength they carry is beyond words.
To everyone trusting God for the fruit of the womb, may He answer your prayers.
To every pregnant woman, may Allah grant you a safe pregnancy, a safe delivery, and a healthy child.
Ameen. π€²
My wife and I have been blessed with a cute baby boy. ππππ
This precious bundle of joy arrived last night and has filled our hearts with gratitude beyond words.
I am deeply thankful to Almighty Allah for His mercy, protection, favor, and countless blessings upon my family, especially throughout the pregnancy journey.
There were moments of worry, challenges, and uncertainty, but Allah saw us through every step.
Today, all I can say is Alhamdulillah.
To all the TTC out there, may God answer your prayers, ease your journey, and bless your homes with good news soon.
What push gift can I give her ? π