{"id":67,"date":"2015-11-11T10:33:47","date_gmt":"2015-11-11T10:33:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/waijs.com\/blog\/?p=67"},"modified":"2015-11-11T17:03:18","modified_gmt":"2015-11-11T17:03:18","slug":"a-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/waijs.com\/blog\/a-story\/","title":{"rendered":"A story"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is a story about a little young man named Andre. Andre was born 7:30 am, 19-Aug-2015.
\nThe first time I met Andre was 53 minutes after he was born. He was fresh into this world, he looked pale and alien-like. Since, I\u2019ve come to know this is the generic look of every new born.<\/p>\n

I don’t think Andre had met many people, but that didn’t seem to bother him, he was interested in feeding more than anything else (still is). And you could see why. He was born weighing a whopping 3.8kg. His mom attributes this to having had lots of ugali, mboga za kienyeji and maziwa mala during pregnancy. That\u2019s the only food she\u2019d eat; this is true, no kidding. Whether that\u2019s the reason Andre was born “big”, I don’t know but I added a few Kilos myself \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n

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\nYou see, I’ve met people, many people from all walks of life and people of different kind, but never have I ever been moved by anyone like the first time I met little Andre.
\nThe instance I laid my eyes on him, I cried, tears of joy. Cutest thing I’d ever seen, it sounds cliche but it’s true. “This is my son!”, I said to myself with tears rolling down my cheeks. I paused and just stared at him, time stood still, every little thing he did moved me, from the small kicks, fists, his face, the baby sounds, everything moved me\u2026 Tears of joy I tell you, tears of joy\u2026<\/p>\n

He then started to cry, so I snapped out of it for a bit and I called out to him, “Junior! Hey junior!” He stopped for a bit, I called out to him again, you could see that he actually recognized my voice. He recognized my voice yoh!! See… When he was still in his mother’s womb, we had been advised to caress him and talk to him. We were told this would help him get to know us even before he was born. It worked! This melted my heart, I started to cry, a manly cry… The ladies at the nursery were\u00a0move too, “Your first time?” one of them asked. “Yes” I said as I whipped my tears. I was overwhelmed with joy and happiness.<\/p>\n

Just 24 hours before, Wifey and I were finally heading to the hospital, she had not gone into labor yet. She had to be induced. She was admitted to The Mater Hospital and they initiated the process. I say process because it really is, for people like me who thought it worked like clockwork, I was in for a rude shock.\u00a0It took longer than I had expected, actually it took forever. It was like watching paint dry. I don’t like to wait, that has already been established in\u00a0my previous blog post.<\/p>\n

In contrast, wifey was calm, the calm before the storm. I was pacing up and down the corridors. I was nervous, anxious and all sort of things. I swear everything was in slow-mo.<\/p>\n

Fast forward 6 hours later, wifey started experiencing minutiae contractions. The Doc came to check\u00a0on her and I had to ask him how long the induction would take. “Well, labor hasn’t started yet but when it does, it takes about 8 hours”, he said.<\/p>\n

Another 6 hours later, still nothing. So at around 10pm I decided to head home get some sleep then come back early the next morning.\u00a0I remember calling wifey\u00a0before I closed my eyes to sleep, she sounded alright, she only mentioned the contractions were coming more frequently, didn’t think much of it then.<\/p>\n

*The storm*
\nMorning came, I hurriedly took a shower and dressed. I got to the hospital a few minutes to 8am, went to room 61, it was empty. There was a little bit of blood stain on the\u00a0bed. Immediately I went\u00a0into a frenzy, I ran\u00a0to the Doctor’s office, it was empty, Sister in charge’s office, empty!<\/p>\n

*naija movie soundtrack*
\nI was\u00a0confused, I remembered\u00a0all those conspiracy movies where a patient goes missing. I dramatically started running along the corridors asking whoever I saw\u00a0if they had seen wifey. Luckily I found\u00a0a guard who directed me to an office where I found\u00a0a nurse. She had just started her shift, so she offered little help but she knew\u00a0someone who would\u00a0know.
\nI went to him and he told me the news, the good news, my heart was\u00a0pounding, probably doing revs\u00a0of\u00a0an F1 car. All I could hear was, “She’s alright, we’re about to bring her back to her room”. “Have you seen the baby?” he asked. “NO, IS HE OK?!”, I worriedly asked. “Calm down, he is fine”, he said.
\nHe\u00a0then directed me to the nursery.<\/p>\n

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And there he was. Andre Waiganjo Junior.<\/p>\n

Our\u00a0Son.
\nWelcome to the world son. GOD bless you and may he be your guide and grant\u00a0you a long fruitful life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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