My Experience With Pre-eclampsia


Hello guys. Today I'll be doing something long overdue ; share my experience with pre-eclampsia. Pre-eclampsia is a condition that some pregnant women develop. Some of it's symptoms are high blood pressure, blurred vision, headaches, fluid retention, etc. It mostly occurs in pregnant women but what a lot of people do not know is that it could develop even after the baby is born.

After I had my baby, I noticed my feet were really swollen. In fact, it was not just my feet. Even my face, legs and hands too. However, my feet were swollen to the point of feeling very heavy. So much so that lifting them took some real effort. When the swelling did not seem to be going down, I went to the hospital where I had by baby. After I told the nurse my complaints, she took my blood pressure. If I remember correctly it was 135/100. She then asked me to wait for the doctor along with some other people who were there before me. I waited and waited but the doctor did not show up. I had gone with my mom, husband and baby. We decided to go to another state-owned hospital. We went to see a doctor who had been very helpful in the early stages of my pregnancy before going to see our doctor. She suggested I did a urinalysis which I didn't do because I did want to stay too long in the hospital. I'd done tests before in the hospital and the results took forever to be ready. Besides, our doctor checked me and prescribed drugs that were supposed to bring down the swelling. Thus, we went back home. When we got home, my mom called our family doctor who also gave some prescriptions. I was still taking the medication about a week later when I started to have this incapacitating headache. Took paracetamol, then panadol extra but it persisted. That's when I knew it was time to go back to the hospital.

 At the hospital, they checked my blood pressure and it was 150/something( I'm not good with remembering figures) .The nurses said it's because I wasn't getting enough sleep. They asked if I usually got up to feed my baby everytime and I said yes. They said I should nurse her lying down instead before I kill myself. By the time I went in to see the doctor I couldn't hold back tears. My head was still pounding. It felt like my head was a gong and someone was hitting it. She prescribed medication that I took immediately and asked me to go do an X-ray, and other tests. X-ray results came in and the doctor diagnosed me with hypertension. Hypertension kwa! I can't even begin to explain all the things that rushed through my mind. One doctor asked me if was sure I was not hypertensive before my pregnancy. She said from the X-ray, my heart looked like it belonged to someone who has been hypertensive for a long time. I was sent over to cardiology.

I got to see a consultant who prescribed other tests. Nobody was mentioning pre-eclampsia. I was placed on B.P medication. I would go for routine checks and be the only young person there. They usually assumed I came with a family member. I kept telling myself "I don't belong here". One time I went off my meds. I was just so tired of swallowing pills and threw away. Maybe that was not a smart move. I literally thought I was going to die. My husband went searching for the meds in the trash late that night to get them. Thank God he found them. See, this story is long and..... to be continued.

Who Send Me Message?

I visited a salon recently and I was reminded all over again why I hardly ever go to salons. Kai! My hair suffered. I don't even know if it will recover. In fact, I'm contemplating a cut.....or a trim. Just anything to try to salvage my hair. I think I might have lost one-third of my length and volume over all that combing. Who send me message? I kept asking myself if it was worth it? Should I get up and go? Na wetin I do myself so?

You see, I tried avoid the above scenario. I properly detangled my hair. With a comb sef. And I rarely use a comb.... for obvious reasons. I went on to put my hair in an African threading style, just to stretch it. My hair was stretched. Detangled. But Madam Salon-Owner still insisted on combing. I told her to use her fingers. She said it won't be neat. It won't be neat?! If I didnt make hair myself I'd probably believe that crap. I even make my own hair and it is always neat.  Just cos I wanted a particular style I felt I couldn't do myself, you will now come and go and finish the hair I've spent 5 years (5 years!) growing because "it will not be neat".

I bet y'all will be thinking it's one hot style now. Mba o. It isn't. Ordinary adimole (corn rows) na im wan finish my hair. I'm done guys. That's it. That's the last time I ever go to get my hair done in a none-natural-friendly salon.

I have been talking about what my hair suffered. How about what I suffered? The trauma I went through seeing my hair breaking off like that. All the talk I listened to. How I should relax the hair. Ha, Fegin hair! Ko ti fo'se si? How the hair is too plenty. How they would have charged me more had they seen my hair first. How they would not have agreed to do it sef! They almost convinced me I was crazy to be keeping natural hair. The words were just creeping into my mind small small. I started to contemplate relaxing. I began thinking, "maybe they are right. I should relax it". How not every hair stylist can do my hair. They sure were right about this one. They proved it even. Kai! All the negativity and discouragement. Trust me guys. You don't need them in your life. I certainly don't. That's why I'm not going back there. If you're natural and you make your hair in the average Nigerian salon, how do you do it?

My people, thank you for listening to my rant. This has really been therapeutic. I may recover from the trauma after all. Thank you for always being here. Thank you.

But...... who send me message?

I couldn't even force a smile

DIY - Drawstring Ponytail

Hey guys, how you doing? So I recently made a drawstring ponytail. I've since gotten questions on how I made it. What weave I used? So here I am answering those questions.

I had a pack of Miss Rose faux locs weave lying around and didn't know what to do with it. I then decided to make a drawstring ponytail with it. So off to YouTube I went. Well, the video I found was old and only slightly helpful. But I went on with my plan anyway.

Here's how I made it. Using that 100 crochet cap as my wig cap, I sewed the weave on it, passed a string round the perimeter of the wig cap and Viola! However, there was one small or big problem. Since I used just one pack, it was pretty scanty and the holes in the cap were visible. I thought to my self, " chai, what have I done? So I've wasted my time and wig cap just like that ". I tried to convince myself I could still wear it. I'm not sure I succeeded sha. I just kept it in a corner.

Months later I stumbled on it and decided to take another look at it while lamenting my "failed" DIY attempt. And out of the blues, a thought popped into my to head. "unravel it", the thought said. " No way! You'd just ruin everything ", my head replied as my fingers decided to do their own bidding and start unravelling. By the time I unravelled a few locs, I couldn't believe my eyes. What! It worked! I proceeded to unravel the rest happily. The more I unravelled, the bigger the hair got. It was no longer scanty. And the curls? They were just beautiful. I mean I've had people asking me what weave I used, even in the market. I got the weave for 500 naira last year, guys!

So that's how I unintentionally ended up with this beautiful drawstring frotail😊.

I'll see you guys on the next post. Bye for now.
PS: I worked with what I had but there are better alternatives. Yours might turn out better if you got them.

All you need is Faith

Hey guys, this is a quick post to encourage someone.

In Mark 4:39 Jesus rebuked the storm, and spoke to the sea. This is how we should approach issues in our lives. Rebuke the storm - (problem,root) and speak to/declare over the sea (life, career, body - whatever is being buffeted.

You think God doesn't care? Not true. He's done everything already and shaking His head, waiting for you to do what you're supposed to do. Jesus asked the disciples, why are you afraid? Why do you still not have faith? Meaning they could have easily stopped that storm.

Then after he did, they were awed and wonder what kind of man he was that the wind and sea obeyed him. They still did not get it! The wind and sea would have obeyed them too. All they needed was FAITH and ACTION. That's all you need friends for with faith all things are possible. And it is with your shield of faith that you will quench the fiery darts of the enemy. SELAH

DIY - Crochet Twists

Hey guys, how are you doing? Hmmm, what's that smell? Looove. Love is in the air. Haha. So how are you guys planning to spend your Valentine's Day? Any romantic dinners? Dates? Staycation? Nothing? Valentine's Day! The fuss. I do not understand it. How people decided that this one day should be what it is. Does anyone even remember it's origin? No, I'm not writing history today. You'll have to find that out some other way😁.

Now to the post. It's just another DIY. This time with pre-twisted hair. Y'all remember that crochet wig I made with a hair net? Well,  I took out the twists. That wig did not stand a chance. Talking of wigs, I got some really nice wig caps that can be used for crochet wigs. Got them from Konga. Plus, I can hook you up if you'd like to own a beautiful wig (any kind). Y'all need to be following me on Instagram too - @scarletxianne. As I was saying, I took out the twists that still looked new and made regular crochet with them. I must say it turned out really nice. Don't take my word for it. I'd Let the pictures do the talking.
                  Wig caps I got.

How I made it? I did 16 cornrows to the back with one lying horizontally at my nape. Sorry, no pictures. Will try to get some next time. The one cornrow at the back was so I could pack the hair in a ponytail. Unfortunately, I don't have a picture of it in a ponytail yet. I still have the style in though. Here are the very few pictures I've been able to take with the hair.

Enjoy your Valentine's Day tomorrow guys and be safe (no, not that safe).

Pictures of the wig caps are from

What Did You Just Say?!

I try to choose my words carefully when I'm chatting. I understand that words can be ambiguous. Words that seem harmless can be read to mean something entirely different. Written words are different from spoken words. Passing a message across in a chat can seem like a daunting task. One has to be really careful. You don't want to start a fire when all you wanted was to pass a compliment. Thank God for emojis and emoticons. However, while they come in handy they are still not adequate. With spoken words, a person's tone can help with construction. You don't have that with written words or chat. A message can have any meaning depending on who is reading.

Personally, I read messages in the sender's voice. This helps me to better understand what the person is saying. However, this is not always the case. I've been guilty of giving a different meaning to a person's message in the past. Thank God we were able to laugh it over. I attributed it to my state of mind at the time. It wasn't. The statement was in fact ambiguous and sounded mostly insulting, however you read it.

Chatting might be an affordable and convenient means of communication, but it definitely isn't the best. So the next time you're chatting choose your words carefully. Do not be quick to offence. Accompany your words with appropriate emojis and enjoy your chat 😊.

Till I come your way again, be safe. 

My Miracle Baby - Conclusion

If you have read my previous posts about my miracle baby; part 1 and part 2, then you know the doctor said I would lose my baby. But that was just the beginning. Here's the concluding part.

So the next day after we were told we'd lose the pregnancy we went to the state-owned hospital. We met one of the doctors whose contacts were given to us by our pastor. The other one who happened to work in the radiology department was not around. Let me call her Doctor A.  Well, she sent us off to the scan room. When I got there, they asked me to drink a lot of water and wait. Everyone was made to do this. They warned you not to pee or you'd drink water and wait again. According to them, this was so the scan will "see something". So I waited. And waited. And waited. Till I almost peed on myself. Everytime I went to tell them I was really pressed they told me to keep waiting. I was practically in tears before they let me go in for the scan. My people, na so I see am. When, they also made us buy tissue paper that they would use to clean you from them. The place was full of tissue paper which they probably resold to other people.

I laid down and got ready for the doctor. Then he came and started to check. The trolley/bed/worefa was positioned in a way that patients couldn't see the scanner. I wonder why. Well, the doctor kept rubbing and rubbing my belly with the stuff. Then he asked me questions like; when was your last period? Have you seen any blood? Told him my last period and that I had not seen any blood. Then he started to press my belly really hard. Chai! Mind you I had still not peed. Dude just kept pressing and pressing. "let me press whether I will see something", he said. Then finally, he said he couldn't see anything. Ah!

I went back to Doctor A with the result. We told her they had done a scan and a blood test at the other hospital. Her colleagues laughed and said something like they did not trust the hospital. Doctor A, God bless her then sent me to do a blood serum test, in the same hospital. I did and the result showed positive. So why could the scanner not see anything? Doctor A sent me back to the Radiologist with my positive result and a note asking him to do another scan. You guys remember the process? Thankfully, I didn't have to wait soooo long this time. Well, the Doctor checked and still did not see anything. He then asked that I come back the next day so he and two other doctors could check together. That was after telling me, "for now you are not pregnant".

We did go back the next day. The head of Radiology, who happened to be the other Doctor (Doctor B) whose contact we had, was also around. There was also another doctor that seemed to be on housemanship, then the doctor from the previous day. The student doctor checked me first and said she could actually see a sign. The they all gathered round me as Doctor B checked.  She checked for a while then I heard, "is that not a mole? " Ah! What mole? Of course, it's Nigeria so you don't go and be asking plenty kweshun. The other Doctor actually asked me to keep quiet and let him work the previous day, when I was asking questions. So I kept mum and when they were done checking I asked my husband to talk with them while I rushed off to pee.

My husband filled me in when I got back. They had seen a fibroid. They was sign of a sac but they couldn't see the embryo. I was to come back in three weeks so they could check the viability of the pregnancy. At this time I was just a month gone. Well, I kukuma gave them one month before going back. I met only the student Doctor Who told me their machine "was not working for pregnant women". She went on to say that their machine was faulty, that she remembered my case and would recommend that I went elsewhere . She said while the scan machine could tell if I'm pregnant, it could not confirm the viability of the pregnancy.

We did go elsewhere. Our doctor recommended a place. A scan was done and the radiologist said my baby was doing fine. He made sure I saw it for myself. The scan confirmed what I knew all along. At this time, my baby was 9 weeks and 5 days old. We went back to our doctor with the result, after which we went home praising God. The pregnancy was pretty much uneventful and at 38 weeks 6 day I put to bed a beautiful baby girl. She had a head full of dark curls and looked a lot like her daddy. Except she took my complexion. At the time though, everyone thought she'd get dark. Instead she got lighter. she's 14 months old and other than salvation, the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't thank God enough for her and I give him all the glory.

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