+NINETEEN YEARS LATER+

NINETEEN YEARS LATER.

 

 

 

     “How could you do this doctor? This is so unprofessional!” Well when I first heard this story from the horse’s mouth, I felt the urge to tell it or rather share it. It didn’t matter the form of writing, with the message well cast. I would be content. Perhaps I should start from the top, in my own words.

    17^th August, another busy day for busy Dr. K. Odoyo his name as I was told. His area of expertise bringing the 9 months old to planet earth. “The subject has to undergo a c-sectioning [hope this is the right term]. A natural delivery is dangerous for the baby.” Dr. K. Odoyo remarked. “Where is the lady’s next of kin? The baby’s father for that matter.” He quickly asked from the reception desk but no answer came forth.

     We know the danger that comes a delayed labor period or puerperal- Obstetric Fistula. Time was the enemy Dr. K. Odoyo had to face head on if he wanted to save the young mother from fistula. “Where is the baby’s father? He needs to sign here before we go into the C-room?”
      
     All that while, Baba baby, let’s call him that was in the office. He was the chairman of the co-operative and being an August he had to deal with many clients who wanted their cheques. He tried as much to rush through the list so that he would be in Hospital in time to welcome the baby. Meters away from hospital, his cellphone buzzed. Some cheques had bounced and he was needed back he had to choose work over the one important sign!

    “Dr. K. Odoyo, you are breaking protocol!” one nurse cried.

    “The lives of this lady and the unborn baby are in my hands so I will do whatever I feel is good for them. Choose to ride along nurse.” Dr. K. Odoyo said.

     Finally, Baba baby was free and in the shortest time he was in hospital. Dr. K. Odoyo had to spill the beans- he told him that he had proceeded with the operation without his approval.

     “How could you do this? What have you done Dr. K. Odoyo?” He screamed.

     “I have the power as a doctor and I did what was necessary. She needed it as soon.” They argued as each tried to express their emotions.

   “Why don’t you thank God the baby got here safely.” One nurse pleaded with Baa baby.

    Nineteen years later, I’m here born from an operation that was never approved in the first place. Funny right? Sometimes I meet the one person that gave me the first ride on planet earth the sentimental incidents that make me want to wake up in the night to write. Nineteen years later my loyal pen and me struggle to bring to life whatever situation we go through and be success oriented.

     And I say. Thanks to Daddy in Heaven.

                                                                         Weaver.