“Martha and I had been together for at least over 13 years before we decided to have a fourth child. I met her when she was still in secondary school. I knew I liked her and wanted her to be mine immediately I set my eyes on her.
I was mesmerized by her beauty and didn’t care about the age difference. She was yet to be 18 and I was 27. I pursued her all ways possible. I practiced every scene I watched from romantic movies and tried them on her just so I could win her heart.
Gradually, we went from strangers to friends and from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend. It was such a beautiful time of my life.
Years later, I took the important steps to ensure an interminable bond between Martha and I. We took the necessary measures traditionally and behold, we became husband and wife.
I cherished Martha so much that I got jealous every time I was away from her. I wondered whom she talked to and what she did but I never at all suspected her of cheating.
8 years into our marriage, God had blessed us with two beautiful children, two amazing boys. They brought so much joy to us that we couldn’t wait to bless them with a little sister, so we had hoped.
We went on to have a third child but it was not a girl, God had blessed us with another amazing boy.
It was a critical time for us, knowing the complications that surrounds having a fourth child through cesarean section if we continued to try for a girl. Martha had all our babies through cesarean section.
Martha’s admiration for baby girls grew even more and so did mine. We prayed to God to bless us with a little princess. Martha eventually got pregnant with our fourth child, we kept our fingers crossed for a mini Martha.
At 5 months, Martha started having complications. She’d bleed, get weak and fail to walk. She was in and out of the hospital. There was just something about the pregnancy, it had overly exhausted and pained Martha.
At 8 months, Martha was heavily pregnant and admitted to the hospital for special care. She had to be looked after properly by the medical staff.
She was so joyful in her bed, she had gotten better and couldn’t wait to receive her mini her. Weeks later, Martha was due. She gave birth to another baby boy, a boy God blessed us with again. We were still elated by that.
Martha had given birth in the morning. We were so elated though I couldn’t help but notice the pain Martha was in, it was a painful procedure she underwent to give birth.
I noticed the way she couldn’t make eye contact for too long, she kept moving her eyes away from anyone who talked to her. She had lost too much blood during the operation.
In the afternoon, she got better and we laughed but it still felt different. At around 20 hours, Martha got severally ill, she was bleeding uncontrollably. The operation wasn’t successful, so it seemed.
An ambulance came to fetch her so that they could transfer her to another hospital. It was so painful seeing the love of my life laying helpless in a pool of blood gasping for air without proper oxygen administered to her immediately. The medical staff would say they did their best to save her but honestly, they failed her greatly.
Martha passed on later that night due to heavy bleeding after birth. I lost my wife just like that. My beautiful boys were robbed of their amazing mom just like that and our fourth child didn’t even get to witness how amazing his mom was because she died the same day she brought him in the world. My heart bleeds.
I sometimes feel like I killed her cos I went on with the decision have a fourth child. Maybe we should have been content with the three boys we had and then only, my wife would be here with me.
3 years now and it still feels like I lost you yesterday. I love you dearly and everyone misses you my love. Continue resting in peace.”
-The Navigator
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