est, he said, "Wow, what are we going to do?" Then he added that whatever decision I made, he would stand by me. I told him I was keeping the baby, and he said, "Okay." I had thought it th

, and though my dad loved me, he wasn'

herbal clinic where they gave me herbal juice, called agbo. At the same time, I also registered at a hospital

my partner, and he contacted his mom, who then told me not to listen to the doctors but to go back to the herbal clinic. I told the doctors I was scared and didn't want a Caesarean section (CS). So, I went to the herbal clin

w I should have gone to the hospital, or at least called my sisters. I should have trusted my gut. Then, one night, I saw mucus and s

uld help the baby come faster. We bought castor oil, Lipton tea, and Fanta. She told me to drink them fast to make it work. I drank the cast

ted she follow orders. I was in so much pain, desperate for my baby to be alive and healthy, and I didn't understand what was happening. The younger midwife pushed the baby out, then cut the cord. The baby didn't cry but

rd a cry-maybe around 9 or 10 pm. I asked if it was my child, and they said yes, joking that she probably

immediately said she had to be taken back to the hospital. She was put on oxygen, CPAP, and other treatments. My daughter suffered seizures. We bought drugs and injections. When I saw

she was admitted for so long. I spent everything I had, while others

milestones. She said my baby would need a lot of therapy and migh

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want, I