I can never forget the day I went 24 hours without eating anything. It was horrible and I was feeling like I want to die. Now imagine those toddlers in the bush without proper hygiene and food to eat and nourish them💔💔
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 😭 😭 😭)
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 child….. Alhamdulillah. 😊
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. 🤲
“Poor Gil Chae, Rich Gil Chae, Gil Chae who doesn’t love me, Gil Chae who loves me. Any version of Gil Chae is fine with me.”
“What about Gil Chae who was violated by barbarians?”
“Then I should hold you because you must have suffered.”🥹🥹🥹
As someone who worked out all through my pregnancy and saw my BFF struggle all through hers with a short cervix diagnosis and had to undergo cervical cerclage surgery to avoid preterm birth, I can say that pregnancies are different for every woman.
My friend couldn’t even climb stairs during pregnancy because of the risk of losing her baby, while I, on the other hand, was completely fine and could work out.
Others are asked to be on bed rest, while others are only advised to take walks and get enough rest.
Some women can’t retain food due to hyperemesis gravidarum; others are fortunate enough to eat.
You can’t use someone else’s body, symptoms, or experiences as a standard for others. It’s not only insensitive; it shows a lack of knowledge, empathy, and respect!
Women go through a lot during pregnancy. For a whole bunch of you to be comparing them to one person!
Lastly, these men just showed a lack of awareness, and it’s truly disappointing to say the least.
Until a man get pregnant and carries a child in his womb for 9 months, men's contribution about how women should look during pregnancy holds no weight.
El islam tiene problemas con los gays, los judíos, los cristianos, los budistas, los hindúes, las mujeres, los ateos, el alcohol, el tocino y los perros.
Pero si yo tengo un problema con el islam, ¿soy yo el intolerante y el islamófobo? ¿Te das cuenta de lo absurdo que es?
A presidential term is 4 years, not 8.
If a president fails in the first 3 years, they shouldn't be re-elected. That you feel there are no alternatives, is not a reason to support a failure to remain in office.
Tinubu supporters who acknowledge he has failed, but believe the opposition won't do better, are not doing anything smart.
Your man is a failure, and you know it. You can decide not to vote. But to willingly vote for a failure to continue failing, is worse than the ignorant, delusional supporters who believe he is working.
🚨 El ministro de Educación afgano ha anunciado que las mujeres tendrán prohibido asistir permanentemente a las escuelas.
ONU Mujeres no ha dicho ni una palabra.
While we are going about our daily activities, 114 Nigerian pupils and teachers remain in captivity in boko haram dens across the country.
Oyo: 46 abducted — about 27 days in captivity (2 already dead).
Borno: 42 abducted — about 27 days in captivity.
Katsina: 26 abducted — over 40 days in captivity.
They're spending this rainy season unsheltered in the den of kidnappers while their families are waiting for their return.
Don't forget them. 💔❤️
Nasze prababki nie milczały dlatego, że ból macicy magicznie znikał na świeżym powietrzu. Milczały, bo żyły w świecie patriarchalnego i ekonomicznego przymusu. Gdyby taka kobieta usiadła i powiedziała, że boli ją brzuch, w najlepszym wypadku zostałaby wyśmiana, a w najgorszym dostałaby batem przez męża czy ojca, bo „pole czeka”.
To nie była hart ducha, to był czysty terror przetrwania. One musiały, nawet jak nie chciały.
Płaciły za to zdrowiem i życiem, Wypadającymi macicami, bo dosłownie, narządy rodne potrafiły obniżyć się tak, że wychodziły na zewnątrz od dźwigania worków podczas okresu i połogu. Miały chroniczny i niedoleczony stan zapalny, bądź krwotoki i poronienia. Historia tamtych lat zna setki przypadków, gdzie kobiety rodziły w polu, odcinały pępowinę sierpem, zawijały dziecko w szmatę i po godzinie wracały do rwania zbiorów czy kopania ziemniaków, bo jakby tego nie zrobiły, rodzina przymierałaby głodem zimą. Więc kurwa stawianie tego jako wzoru do naśladowania dla współczesnych kobiet to jebany sadyzm.
Dzisiaj mogę położyć się do łóżka mając okres, żarzyć leki i odpocząć, bo nasze prababki to dla nas wywalczyły. To nie jest żadne rozpieszczanie, to godność człowieka, godność dla naszych macic. Godność naszych córek, sióstr i matek.
Jeżeli Mattusiu tego nie pojmujesz, to stul pysk następnym razem.