First there were two…

I remember the day clearly; it was just a normal day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. Everything seemed normal, so nothing prepared me for what I was about to be told that day.

As I left for work, I cheerily reminded my husband that we had an appointment with the doctor that evening after work. We agreed I’d drive home from work so we’d go together. For me it was a routine visit.

We’d been married two years and had no children yet. I had somehow convinced him to let us get checked, to know what was causing the ‘delay’. He wasn’t very pleased because he felt two years was too soon and still within our plan but we agreed to go ahead with it. And so over the past month I had gone for series of tests, and he’d gone for his. That was the day for us to get the results from the gynaecologist.

As we settled into the seats offered to us in his office, there were about 3 other professionals routinely present. They had been part of the past month’s process in one way or the other and were probably required to be present to affirm that what they had documented for the medical director (MD) was true and fair (as they say in my profession)

The MD handed my husband the envelope and waited while we read through. It was all Greek to us but we pretended to read it. When we were done, we looked up.

‘Well,’ he started ‘Sir you are very okay. But we saw some things in madam’

If I were a rabbit, anyone could have seen my ears flip high and firm, instantly. But I wasn’t. I mentally patted my Brier rabbit ears down and tried to focus.

He went on to explain that first they saw some lemon sized fibroids in my womb; they also claimed that they saw one blocked tube with a healthy ovary and then the second tube which was open had an ovary with a cyst so conception through that tube wasn’t even possible in their opinion. Then finally they claimed that my hormones were imbalanced.

He announced all this, and then smiled in a patronising manner at me waiting for it to sink in. In his white caftan he somehow reminded me of the figure meant to be God in ‘Evan Almighty’ Normally, I would chuckle but I wasn’t quite amused.

Sitting behind the desk, he reeled out all this information supposedly about my body all the time smiling. And all I could think was ‘whatever is he smiling about’ It wasn’t funny! Was I meant to smile back? I looked sideways at my husband.

‘So Doctor’ I heard my husband ask, ‘what do you recommend?’

He smiled again; apparently he had been through these motions so many times before, and was patiently waiting for us to get there. He seemed pleased that we got there quickly.

‘Yes Sir we have dealt with several cases like this before. The truth is madam can’t conceive naturally. There are just so many militating factors. First the fibroids, then the other issues I’ve listed.’

‘So….?’

‘Yes, yes it’s very easy. I’ve handled cases like this before’.

Mentally again, I groaned. “Aaaaargh! Don’t say that one more time already…”

‘I would say madam should come in for a fibroid surgery before the end of this month (this was April 2011) and then we would ‘prepare her’ for June when she can join the batch of patients requiring an IVF.

All this time my husband patted my knee under the table. His cue for me to keep calm.

Hmmmmm, I wasn’t just calm at this point, I was plain numb. I wasn’t feeling a thing.

This voice that certainly wasn’t mine, tried to get my attention in my mind, ‘So much for waiting for your husband. What happened to your body then?! You can’t even conceive! You need help with conception!’

He went on to assure us that his fibroid surgeries were neat, neater than laser surgeries even. His medical team echoed in affirmation.

He then introduced one of them to me and said, ‘This is your personal fertility consultant. Any other questions you have, he’ll attend to personally.’

Before I left he re-examined me. As I went to the bathroom to freshen up I locked the door; I finally felt something… Tears… They filled up my eyes. What was this whole story about? What were they even telling me? Dear Lord!

Almost immediately I remembered something I’d heard my pastor say way back; “your first response to any negative thing you hear matters a lot.”

I wiped my eyes, rather than think or speak wrong I’d not even think at all…

We followed our personal ‘consultant’ to the adjoining room.

Out of curiosity I asked him what the cost implications were. He reeled out the figures; first because of how “neat and tidy” the fibroid surgery would be it was going to cost us so much. Then the IVF was going to cost much more.

I went further; ‘what are the guarantees?’

My husband tapped me gently on my knee again, but I was really curious.

‘Thing is madam it all depends on your body and your eggs…”

He kept talking but I wasn’t really listening, all I could summarise was, there really was no guarantee. We could pay so much and still not have our babies.

It seemed hopeless…

As my husband and I walked back to the car, I heard that gentle voice I had heard a couple of times in my life, “Ulu, at what point do you want to start trusting me? Is it when some man stamps your case and calls it medically impossible that you’d trust me? Why not war with my Word now?”

I pretended I didn’t hear. I did not need this.

During the drive home my husband swung into action, like many times before he wanted to ensure the voice of the Word was what I paid attention to, not the voice of men, my feelings or any other voice.

‘Baby, you do know all they said is the fact but not the truth? You know we believe only one thing, what God’s Word says about us.’

I was silent. I knew he was right but at that time I didn’t feel like saying anything.

‘We are just going to let God give us our babies,’ he continued ‘I know all is right with your body because God’s Word says so.’

Days passed and turned to weeks as I contemplated what to do. What could my faith carry? Could I really wait it out? A few weeks later I sent a mail to a few of my trusted friends. The bible says in the multitude of counsellors there is safety right? I sent them a mail telling them what was going on and asking them what they thought.

No one really knew what was going on prior to that time. They all thought we were just taking our time with having babies. And that was what I thought too till I got those negative reports!

In the mail I took out time to explain what the doctor said and asked what they thought.

Thank God for godly friends, Thank God for iron that sharpens iron. At different times and in different ways, they encouraged me. They let me know that whatever course I took, they were sure I’d emerge victorious.

A few days after I sent out the mail, my friend Uche and I messaged each other on our blackberry phones. We chatted back and forth about how this was a beautiful fight of faith, about how the best part of the fight was that like in a movie script where the end had been written the principal actor (no matter how formidable the aliens he came against) always won. We laughed and insisted I was to remember that I had already won.

‘Look’ she concluded, ‘we have so many weapons at our disposal. We will use all of them; our seed, our confessions, the communion, our praise. We’ll join all of them together and have these babies. We will sow seed, we will speak the Word consistently, and we will take communion. Every weapon God has given us; supernaturally we will form these babies.’

‘The same way people master science or business administration because they studied it, we are going to study healing and divine health. We are going to study how to get all your body parts to align with the Word of God.’

Honestly, it was so tempting to panic; usually I am a go getter, I love getting up and getting things done, I like planning and working things out. It is usually very hard for me to sit still without working to get something, anything done. But this time all I could hear in my spirit was, ‘be still and know that I am God.’

Each time I wanted to do something I’d hear him say, ‘Be still…’

A friend who had just finished from medical school in England asked me to send the medical report from the hospital we’d been to so that her professor, an expert OB/GYN (obstetrician/gynaecologist) could re-evaluate the reports and advise us accordingly.

As I packed the documents to the scanner I heard him clearly, Be still…’

I instantly knew that wasn’t what He wanted. I put them away.

*Sigh* Being still was so hard….

(To be continued… )

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44 Responses to First there were two…

  1. What a great story of encouragement. Gods word never fails. Being still is really difficult. But we must follow his leading.

  2. Adele Ife-Adefuye says:

    God is more than Awesome……Thanks for sharing, it has encouraged me and it will encourage many more. God bless U

  3. Zinny says:

    Awesome God we serve. I’m so happy for you and I pray the good God guide and protect your little angels.

    • Ezii mama, thanks a lot darling. I’ll never forget the role you played… They’ll come thank you personally for all the beautiful things soon. Kisses to the lovely babies who let me take mummy’s time 😉

  4. ZINNYO! says:

    God is always able, and never late. Yes he is a great God and always on time.

  5. Peju says:

    Thank you so much for sharing your testimony I feel inspired and encouraged. God bless you!!!

  6. Chinedu says:

    Wow! Ulu your testimonony is gospel.

  7. Bambi says:

    So happy for you Snuffly. And yes, I know this ended in a lovely set of twins. God is AWESOME! Plain and simple. And His ways are definitely not the ways of man. You are such a woman of God! Kudos to you for the strong faith despite the obvious ‘facts’….. Some of us have a lot to learn. Thanks for sharing dear, please complete the testimony like yesterday!

  8. Aijay says:

    Ulu dear, it is amazing how the Lord brought you through this fight of faith. The testimony is with you, life. God’s word said “…and the WORD was made flesh…” indeed! I can’t wait to hear the rest of the testimony.

  9. Nwady says:

    Ulu, what can i say. I was so happy for you at the arrival of the cutey bunnies without knowing the story behind it. There is a saying that says “You wont have a testimony if you don’t go through the test.” Staying in God’s waiting room needs that kind of Abrahamic faith that refused to cower in and give up. My sister, i salute your faith,courage and the godly friends that encouraged you. Above all your husband, who stood by you through all these because he has handled this word of truth we believe in and knows the efficacy of what it will produce. Congrats my dear, i rejoice with you. And will share this testimony to uplift those going through the same challenge. I await the concluding part. thanks a bunch.

  10. ObbY says:

    I know how this story ended and I am still in awe of God’s greatness. Everytime I remember your miracle, I believe more and more that indeed, there is a God. How BRAVE you were, and you’d still be cheerful and happy everyday I saw you, you never poured out your frustration on anybody AT ALL!. Being close to you, I knew there was something but I never got the courage to ask. Now reading how it all started, I wish I hugged you 2wce as much as I did and stayed in ur office 2wce as much as I did…lol.. I believe God brought you into my life to teach and show me a lot of things. Your testimony is a must read for all. ♥ you too much babygurl.

  11. ugo says:

    Nwannem u have given me something more dan gold with this testimony! He is God.

  12. Obi Cece Edeh says:

    Inspiring and encouraging. Your pastor is soo right. Your first response to a negative situation matters a lot. Please send the concluding part ASAP! Your story is an inspiration and an encouragement on so many levels. God Bless you and your home!

  13. Henritosan says:

    thanks for sharing.,,,, can’t wait for part 2

  14. Brenda says:

    Wow God is great, Ur Faith was so strong that made what seems impossible , Possible, God Blessed u with 2. For ur Total Trust in him and waiting.. An Encouraging story..

  15. kemi says:

    Senior ulu ps send d concluding part! This is reali horifying as I can imagine what she is going tru.But I take solace in this song He knws my name, he knw my every need, he sees each tear that drops and he hears me when I call.

    Shalom

  16. Chinene says:

    I just can’t stop smiling… Onyeoruebube, Chianyiadighiagbanwe, Agbakuruezurike, Oputaobie, Chizurukeeme…my sister thanks for sharing. We need a constant reminder of His awesomeness…You are blessed indeed

  17. PeeSomy says:

    Wow! Snuffly at several points I paused to wipe a tear, tears of joy for the word of God sure works!
    I know the story ended with the twins ąπ∂ I’m so glad for what God did for Ʊ!

    One request, please many people around the world will be blessed with the end of this story, I’m looking forward to the other part!
    God bless Ʊ!

  18. onyii ugbor-opara says:

    Nne thanks for sharing. Am interested to see how God did His miracle. God bless u n ur fam:)

  19. moniayo says:

    Our God is still God if we worship Him I̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ spirit and truth like our forefathers
    It is really encouraging

  20. patricia says:

    I know this story ended well, I’ve forwarded this to a friend who needs encouragement. Can’t wait to read the concluding part. God Bless

  21. patricia says:

    I know u

  22. ij says:

    Very inspirig Ulu!

  23. itsetosan says:

    Ulu, thank you so much for sharing…
    This is encouraging…
    God bless you

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