Nigerian author, TV Producer and Digital Media Strategist Toyosi Etim-Effiong has continued to shared her story on battling and conquering ovarian cyst, sharing more amazing snaps from her maternity shoot with actor husband, Daniel Etim-Effiong as they are set to welcome baby 2.
Recall that Toyosi Etim-Effiong had taken to her Instagram page on Wednesday 14th July, to begin her story as she shared the first picture from her maternity shoot, promising to continue the story in subsequent posts.
Continuing her story, she wrote, “My Ovaries II I could smell sulfur and an ominous tune was playing in the background; it sounded like a pipe organ, in fact I was sure it was a pipe organ because I had grown up listening to one every Sunday at church. I was in the middle of a river, standing on a small rock with other rocks ahead of me leading to the riverbank on the other side. I skipped from rock to rock towards the other side as that seemed to be the only natural thing to do and in the strange and unusual manner of dreams, the other side became the middle of a large, parched field. The field was dry and brown and dusty with scattered clumps of dead grass that reminded me of an ill-maintained football field. Up ahead, I saw rainbow-colored spiral stairs with really bright, white light at the top and again it seemed like the natural direction to head in. I walked towards it and up the stairs- the smell of sulfur and the sound of the organ both long gone by now.”
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“As I inched closer to the light at the top of the stairs, I suddenly felt resistance in front of me. I couldn’t go any further and then I felt a gentle shove that sent me spiraling back down the stairs. I woke up on the operating table in the theatre at the same time that I hit the bottom of the rainbow-colored, spiral stairs in the dream and immediately broke into spontaneous praise. “JESUS is LORD!”, “GOD is real!” are two things I remember saying repeatedly before the gibberish started. Don’t do drugs people, don’t do drugs because the next thing that happened was me pointing and laughing at the hospital staff saying they each had two heads. It must have been the morphine or some other drug but yes, everyone around me had 2 heads and I was pointing and laughing hysterically as they wheeled me out to the recovery room. Suffice to say the surgery was a success, or so I thought.”
“Thank you so much for the prayers, well wishes, love… 🙏🏾 I’m feeling kinda shy right now tbh but yeah, let’s carry on. My Ovaries Part III Seven years later in Ontario I was once again on an operating table; this time for a semi-emergency C-Section to get our baby out because my blood pressure had spiked and my midwives had handed me over to an OB/GYN. I’m #TeamMidwives by the way, especially in developed countries… actually only in developed countries… and now I’m feeling bad for the developing countries but yes in developed countries, I’ll choose midwives over a GP especially if they’re anything like the team I had the last time which I think is how all midwives in those parts are trained to be. They’re less… clinical. My team were like my big sisters, visits were warm and friendly, they were very attentive and seemed genuinely interested in me. I didn’t feel like just another patient, I felt seen and heard. They even paid home visits as part of their routine and then checked on me every week for six weeks post childbirth! Yeah, I loved and still love my midwives!”
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“Their policy however says that once a pregnancy is no longer progressing smoothly, the person has to be handed over to an OB/GYN. This is because midwives are trained to be specialists in natural, uncomplicated births which is what I really thought I was going to have. In fact I had started off planning a home birth- you know, soft music in the background, lights turned down, a birth tub perhaps, taking deep breaths and going through the process in a very zen manner; ALAS, it’s wheel chair that rolled me through the very brightly-lit hospital corridors into yet another operating theatre. 1 Thess 5:18a. I was thankful and quite calm and very awake during the surgery and then I asked what in hindsight is the funniest and silliest- but also a probable- question any new mum can ask, “Am I leaving with her when I’m going?” referring to the newborn that was about to make her way into the world. I don’t know why I asked that but I did and it was all laughs until my Asian OB/GYN peeked behind the surgical screen and said to me, “I only see one ovary. You removed an ovary?” ”
“Part IV I’ve told a few friends that I know- for a fact- that my life would have been different if I knew I had just one ovary. How incomplete I would have felt. How I’d have probably relocated to Redemption Camp until I got the ovary back. I certainly wouldn’t have lived my happy-go-lucky, traveling-on-a-whim life and I most certainly would have jeopardized any chances of being in a relationship. “Hey, how are you doing? My name is Brian, what’s your name?” “Hey, I have one ovary.” 😐 That, to me is how I figured most conversations would have gone, that’s if Brian even saw me. Where would Brian have seen me? I say I would have become a worker at Redemption Camp (ORI OKE) waiting for my miracle if I knew in 2012 that I had one ovary!!!
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“Thankfully”, I didn’t know, so my jet-set youth went unencumbered. I guess “Ignorance being bliss” worked in my favour. When Dr Wu asked me about it on the operating table, I stared at him blankly for a few seconds not understanding what he was saying and then light began to filter into my mind slowly. Did this mean they took out an ovary in Lagos without telling me? Wait, I’ve been living with one ovary? So wait, I was able to conceive with one ovary? No intervention, no waiting period? Was this even possible?.. My thoughts were interrupted by Oreofe’s cry. I had co-created with GOD. I had birthed life. My daughter, a child from my body, from my womb was here and she was crying. Nothing else mattered.”
“Part V I didn’t see Dr Wu until days later when I went to have my stitches checked. I had been busy tending to the new born but the question he asked had popped in my mind from time to time. If I had any doubt about the question or perhaps thought I had imagined it, the final report cleared that doubt. After writing about the incision and centimeters and all the other required medical details, clearly written in black and white was something like- “Left Fallopian tube and ovary intact, right tube and ovary not found”. To be honest, there are some things you see that make you question if they have another meaning. Not Found. What did Not Found mean? As in, they didn’t find it or it was found… not. In that moment, I truly wondered what Not Found meant but I didn’t have to wonder for long. During our chat, he broke it down concisely- Not Found meant Not Found. They didn’t see it. It wasn’t there. Simples.”
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“He was surprised that I hadn’t been told after the Lagos surgery and he didn’t need me to tell him I was surprised as well. My deep Yoruba sighs were more than sufficient- Hmmm… Hmmm… It took a lot of self-will not to blurt out, “O ga o” and “Aiye ma nika” but yeah. That, my friends, is how I found out about my singular ovarian situation. One of my first ports of call when I got back to Lagos was the hospital. The surgeon who had carried out the operation wasn’t around but there was a senior specialist there who I had seen post-surgery and who still recognized me. I’ll keep this short. I shared what happened with him, he pulled up my file, stared at the screen for a little while and then casually and rather dismissively said, “I think you should just thank GOD that you’ve been able to have a baby”. I was weak. All the fight that I had walked into the hospital with disappeared once I heard that. I got up in a semi-zombie-like state, got into my car and went straight home and that was it. That was it. —- Final part next 🤍”