What happened in our theatre today...my hands are still shaking as I type this.
She came into the hospital walking.
Fully conscious.
Talking.
Holding her belly.
A 36-week pregnant woman.
Her complaint sounded simple at first:
“Please nurse… I have severe headache, my body is weak, and my baby has not been moving well since morning.”
Her face looked tired.
Her eyes looked heavy.
We checked her blood pressure.
Very high. Dangérously high.
Protein in her urine.
Swollen feet.
Warning signs everywhere.
Severe pre-eclampsia.
Before we could even finish explaining, she suddenly grabbed the bed rail and said,
“I feel dizzy…”
And then it happened.
Her eyes rolled back.
All white.
She stopped responding.
We called her name loudly.
No answer.
We shook her gently.
Pinched her.
Still nothing.
Within seconds, the room changed.
Oxygen was applied.
IV lines rushed in.
The monitor alarms started screaming.
The baby was still inside her.
And now… the mother was slipping away.
She was rushed straight to theatre for an emergency caesarean section.
Inside the operating room, fear sat with us.
Her eyes were still rolled back.
She wasn’t responding to voice, pain, or touch.
The anaesthetist kept calling her name.
Nothing.
Then suddenly, her vitals dipped.
The surgeon said quietly but firmly:
“We cannot wait.”
The incision was made.
The baby was delivered fast.
A baby boy.
No cry.
The paediatrician moved immediately.
Suction.
Oxygen.
Stimulation.
Seconds felt like years.
Then…
A weak cry.
Then another.
Life.
Relief swept through the room but it didn’t last.
Because the mother still hadn’t woken up.
Minutes passed.
Her eyes were still white.
Her body still.
Someone whispered,
“What if she doesn’t come back?”
We kept calling her name.
Nothing.
Then, suddenly her fingers twitched.
Just once.
Everyone froze.
We called her name again.
This time…
Her eyelids fluttered.
Slowly… painfully…
She opened her eyes.
Confused.
Disoriented.
The first thing she whispered was:
“My baby… where is my baby?”
We brought the baby closer.
The cry filled the theatre.
Tears rolled down her face.
And down ours too.
Because moments earlier…
We thought we were losing her.
Today, the theatre became a place of féar, silence, prayer and mercy.
Two lives stood at the edge.
Both came back.
And we were reminded again:
Sometimes emergencies come quietly.
Sometimes côllapse comes suddenly.
And sometimes… miracles happen after everyone has already lost hope.
To every mother reading this:
Your testimony will not d!e.
You will not loose your life during labour
Your baby will survive
Your blessings will not be thrown away.
Whatever looks lost, God will return with life.
A baby born from confusion…
A mother Saved by mercy…
Protected by heaven.
This was not medicine.
This was a miracle that refused to stay silent.
Share this to bless another mother.
#A real life story from a nurse
Do you know that many of today��s terror!sts and band!ts were once innocent children, abandoned on the streets because their parents couldn’t cater for their responsibilities?
Let’s stop deceiving ourselves, the root of insecurity in Northern Nigeria is not just poverty, illiteracy or whatsoever, it is irresponsibility and corruption.
Many of today’s criminals were once innocent children, neglected on the streets because their parents couldn’t cater for them and that’s how they end up being recruited into terror!sm.
But who created this poverty? Who stole the money meant for education, healthcare, and jobs? The same politicians who now move around with police escorts and private jets, while millions of children wander hungry and hopeless.
The North is bleeding because the government failed to invest in its people.
Traditional rulers and religious leaders also kept quiet, watching generations waste away. Parents keep giving birth to children they cannot feed, educate, or guide, and the government provides no safety net.
These abandoned children grow up with anger in their hearts and guns in their hands and we dare to ask why terrorism won’t end?
The truth is bitter, our silence, our greed, and our corrupt leaders are creating the next wave of terror!sts if care is not taken.
If something drastic is not done now, if we don’t educate, empower, and plan our families in the next 25 to 30 years, this region will face a disaster beyond imagination because we are not just raising children anymore, we are raising time bombs.
We must act now or we regret our actions.
Whatever you do, make sure you end up with a kind partner. There will be days when love will not be enough but a kind person is a kind person regardless.
#InfluencersNation#kolade
@alexlobaloba I had gone to a particular church for 21 years with my ex-hubby. Then, separation happened, and I moved out (and later got divorced).
I didn't want to continue where I had been going with him, and starting in a new church just feels draining.
I met a lady today, she worked at the banks for 10 years in different capacity. She left 16 years ago, went back to uni to get a masters in marketing (she had never done anything in marketing). She now runs a PR company and has Meta as a client.
TLDR: pls do NOT be afraid to reinvent yourself. Enjoy the journey and continue to grow in leaps.
Look out for anyone who you think is isolating themselves.
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There's too much happening all at once. Some people can't cope.
Check on someone.
Call them.
Ask for someone's account details & send a token.
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#MentalHealthSupport#traumatalkwithdough#financialdifficulty#Narin
@DavidHundeyin That was how we announced that we'll start manufacturing planes, when we have not yet supplied enough PMS to fuel the foreign used cars we oppress ourselves with💔
@tweetsbyzyl We try doing this and guys got whole DM on twitter insulting us as cheap.
Can we now trust you guys to just say a polite NO inbox and keep it there?
Or say a YES and let's kick off first before we tell everyone?
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Na beg we de beg una.
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