My Pregnancy in Ghana

Jan 24, 2018 | Motherhood | 0 comments

Being pregnant is a breeze, you get to put your feet up all day while people fuss around you. You get that magical glow on your skin, your hair and your aura in general. Your clothes look amazing and life couldn’t be better. Well that’s the dream anyway!

Being pregnant for me goes a little more like this. Sick months 0-3, months 3-6 feel like I’m an awkward oblong come circle shape, months 6-9 sick, tired and grouchy. If you are one of these women who the first scenario fits, then more power to you! Salute!

I love being pregnant but I don’t necessarily enjoy how it makes me feel, if that makes sense. For 9 months my body does not feel like my own. I am invisible to the outside world because I can not function properly as a human being. I love the idea of being pregnant but the reality of it soon hits me full force once it happens.

Baby number 1 was born in 2008, number 2 in 2010 and number 3 in 2012 (can you see the pattern here?). Some people were waiting for the announcement of baby number 4 in 2014 but that didn’t happen. We weren’t planning on having anymore children but I was open to the idea.

In one of my YouTube videos I remember saying I would love to have 1 more baby, maybe even twins. Bada-bing-bada-boom! a month or so later I was pregnant and we didn’t even plan it. I was in complete shock! Even though I did say that I wanted more children I didn’t ACTUALLY think for a moment it was going to happen. Especially not whilst we were in Ghana.

I was officially happy, scared and confused all at the same time. Do I give birth in Ghana or the UK? Which hospital? What if something goes wrong? Am I supposed to go and see a doctor here? I really didn’t know what to do. So I cried instead. Whilst pregnant that’s usually my go to emotion lol.

The first 3 months of pregnancy in Ghana was horrible I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. I literally slept all day long except to wake up when the children needed breakfast or lunch. Dinner? I wasn’t even about to cook, I couldn’t stand up for more than 10 minutes without fainting. I had no energy. If I’m honest those first 3 month were a complete blur.

Months 3-6 were better aside the fact that I felt awkwardly shaped. You know what I’m talking about, the “is she, isn’t she pregnant” phase. In this phase for some reason I couldn’t eat rice, don’t even talk to me about rice and any type of stew. It literally turned my stomach and made me want to full on heave. Nope, the only thing this baby would allow me to eat was potato’s (chips if I’m being honest) and mango. I think throughout my entire pregnancy I ate about 2 trees worth of Mangos (I kid you not) and I wasn’t even about to share. Mango was my only true happiness as I couldn’t satisfy the other 173 cravings that I was having living in Ghana.

Being pregnant cravings - mango
I wanted yoghurt (a particular brand) chocolate, Cadbury’s wholenut (way too expensive here), Burger King oh, I really wanted Burger King but I couldn’t have it so mangoes it was. When mango season finished I cried, literally full on tears. I sent my husband to every single place I could think of just to check if they might possibly have some. No luck, I cried.

At this point I was still unsure where I was going to give birth and it was very much a back and forth situation. I was frantically reaching out to people who I knew had already given birth here in Ghana, but I was still unsure. The only thing that could convince me to give birth in Ghana was if I could get a good midwife and have a water birth.

I then found Sarah Major of Craddle Care in Spintex. She was awesome, she completely alleviated all my fears and so we were on track for mission “Give Birth In Ghana”.

In the final trimester of pregnancy my iron levels dropped seriously low and I was back to no energy again. The sun was my nemesis and everyone was annoying me, queue candy crush. That was my only way of escape for a few minutes.

I tried everything with the midwife to raise my iron levels to no avail and it was a real concern because when your iron levels are low you have more chance of bleeding after giving birth.

Anyway in the end my levels were still slightly low but Sarah was happy to still deliver the baby for me. It worked out alright in the end.

This LAST pregnancy (notice that I said last…please) was extremely difficult for me. It was definitely the hardest pregnancy out of all 4. I think the mixture of being in another country, coupled with the crazy heat and the unsatisfied cravings made it more difficult but I am extremely happy. I would do it all again tomorrow, in a heart beat, in a flash just to see my baby smile back up at me every morning.

Pregnancy is not easy but it’s so worth it. Would I have any more children? Yes but through adoption only.

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