Baby Mama

I came across these words in black American films and it was used to describe the mother of one’s child. “My baby mama this or that”, whatever!

 My post is about me becoming a Baby Mama. I like babies but I’ve never really gone out of my way to carry, tickle or coo them, although, I try hard these days but it doesn’t just flow. The babies don’t even make it easier they just stare at me, wondering what on earth am trying to do. Very Annoying!


Now that I’m married, I can’t run away from it anymore. Each time I visit my mum, she pokes my tummy (like she can feel the baby that way) and I tell her “Mummy we are not ready”. The last time I visited her she was practically begging me “joo joo, se o mo pe mo ti n dagba (please please u know I’m getting old)”. I almost fell for her sad look.


Hubby and I have discussed having children and we have agreed that we will worry about it after furthering our education. I want to get a PhD and Masters for Hubby. So, after we returned from our honeymoon, I went to see my Ob and asked him to recommend a birth control. Needless to say, I have already done my own research (thank God for Google-my fave website of all time), so when my Ob said the pill, I began asking questions based on the side effects I had read online. Ob assured me that I will be fine on the pill and gave me a dosage for three months. He asked me to come back anytime in case I was experiencing any side effects.

How could I forget to mention the horrifying medical examination? After I told my Ob the reason for my visit, he asked me take off my clothes and lie on the bed, bend my knees, join my feet together and spread my bended knees. If only that was all, I would have been the happiest lady on earth that day but it was just the beginning. He started with my breast, after rubbing and fiddling with them. He inserted a speculum in me (Google it up, in my own opinion too big for that tiny hole), the whole process didn’t last long but I wish the Ob could have skipped that part and I know it doesn’t get better especially when one is pregnant.

I started taking the pill every day, I was practically living on drugs. Once the grandfather clock in the living room chimed 8:00 p.m. Hubby reminds me to take my drugs even though I never forget. I’m championing this course and there is no way I was going to lose concentration. I was doing fine until like a week into the drugs, I started feeling funny and couldn’t explain how I felt. I started getting compliments left, right and centre, you’ve added weight, you look good. What??? The last thing I wanted to hear was that I had gained weight. So, I hit the gym, but that didn’t help, I was adding more pounds just by breathing. The bloody pill was messing my system up.

Finally, I got to the inactive pills, where I was supposed to get my period and there was nothing. I began to fret. I went back to Google and discovered this blog http://babymed.com/Blog/Blog.aspx?3 which I found very useful. I didn’t need any further convincing, I ditched the pills immediately. I’ve been sleeping well and I’m sure I’d lose some of the weight I gained.

Wondering what I use now? I’m just free styling and trusting God to bless me like everyone else while I prepare myself mentally, spiritually and physically (babies have to be American citizens) for my bundle of twins when they come. Irony right? Twins but I truly want them.

Dear God, please bless me with twins - Oluwataiwo and Oluwakehinde. I will take proper care of them for you and teach them your word.