Corona virus here, corona virus there. It seems something that is so far off and meant for others. But until one comes in contact with it, one would never know how scary it can be.
That was my frame of mind, well almost as I quietly awaited my due date, with big dreams of how good it will be to be a mum again.
Then bam!! The unthinkable happened. I saw myself rushed to hospital with an acute chest syndrome caused by Sickle Cell.
What sickle cell started, corona virus finished. I was wheeled to the emergency, there fear of covid 19 made it that any one with a breathing problem was immediately considered a suspected covid patient. So there I was, quarantined while the test was done and results awaited. It didn't end there, my little baby was quickly removed from my womb as the huge oxygen and medication doses pumped into me made me an uncomfortable environment for him.
The battle was long, 2 weeks of uncertainty in intensive care, but God be praised it ended with a good news. We were both safe and I was tested covid negative. What a relief ! I left hospital and a week later my baby did same. I learnt a lesson, covid is real and never to take for granted the life I have.
I got home and sent up a prayer for all the wonderful medical persons who helped me get better, who are still working to help many more get better. I then knew that by the grace of God and with their efforts, there was hope for me and for all those who at this difficult times find themselves in intensive care units in hospitals.