About Last Night

I was having a conversation with my brother, when all of a sudden I felt sharp contracting pains in my abdomen. Oh my God, I was in labour, and no one was home. I told my brother to pack a few of my belongings into a bag and accompany me to the hospital. Where was my mom, I thought?. She's supposed to be here, her first daughter is about to bear her a grandchild and she's nowhere to be found. And then I remembered, she is sick and is in the hospital, well, I better meet her there.
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I went out the door and started walking down the street with my brother, one hand on my belly, protecting the bun in my oven from reckless drivers who swore and cursed my slow pace, couldn't they see I was pregnant?. But then, a car stopped, a good Samaritan ushered me in saying 'Madam, let me drop you at the hospital'. I thanked him for being too kind, got in after my brother, glad there existed people who still did good for others, I didn't mind the fact that the good Samaritan was driving recklessly too. All I wanted was to get to the hospital on time.
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At last, I arrived at the hospital, the famous UUTH, as I stepped out of the car and thanked the driver, my water just broke, and knew I had to get to the maternity ward without delay. I met my mom outside, coincidentally, and she directed me to where I would be assisted. I met a nurse there and saw some other ladies who had just put to birth, they were all sleeping, but had this plastered grin on their faces, like they had just gone through the most interesting ordeal of their life. I watched them with awe, as I too could not wait to plaster a grin on my face.
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I walked up to the nurse.
Me: Ma, my water just broke.
Nurse: Okay, you are set for labour. Do you have a card?
Me: What card?
Nurse: A hospital card. Is your card this one with the number 596-593?
Me: No, I mean, I don't know. I don't have a card.
Nurse: Okay, go and buy a card. Its #300, and you better hurry up else you will have to undergo a Caesarean Section. Or do you prefer an episiotomy?
Me: Let me think of it while buying the card.
I left to tell my mom about what happened and she scolded me for not agreeing my card was the one with the 596-593 number so I could go into the maternity ward in time, I left her anyway, and proceeded to join the queue.
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On the queue, I was wondering, a CS and an episiotomy. If I undergo a CS, I wouldn't have to go through the pain of pushing this baby out, I'll just lie there under the influence of anaesthesia while the surgeons do the work, the only time I'll feel pain is when the effect of the anaesthesia wears out. But not to worry, I can deal with that if I take the prescribed drugs. Or will I even be given drugs?. On the other hand, an episiotomy, no, no way. The pain of childbirth is enough on its own without some surgeon cutting my perineum. What a nerve. I recalled to mind a friend of mine who related how she had to sit on hot buckets of water just to heal. No, I couldn't go through that. I certainly couldn't.
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Having made up my mind, I bought the card and made my way back to the maternity ward. Where in the world was my brother?. Oh my God, did I just feel a kick?. I had better hurry. But wait, I had another option, one that required no pain at all. How could I not think of it, how forgetful I could be some times. Yes, i had another option, No Cesarean section, No Episiotomy. All I had to do was wake up, this afterall, is a dream. And so, with a jolt, I woke straight up, looked around, bed, window, curtains, I was in my room not a maternity ward. I felt my stomach, flat and empty, I heaved a sigh of relief and took a look at the time on my phone, 5:08am. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to occupy myself with some chores, lest I mistakenly fall asleep and find myself back in that dream in the maternity ward with the option of choosing between a CS and an episiotomy.
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Dreams are imaginative events seen in the mind while sleeping.
Good morning FAM.