45% Burns in Pregnancy
Before I go ahead. I want you all to know that there is poverty that’s inherited.
My father was a small scale farmer. We only produced what we ate. And my mom? She was a petty trader at the local market. Her job was to sell the leftover of what we didn’t consume of what dad cultivated on his farm. His dad before him was the local jester. A disgraceful man I learnt he was.
He could be identified from a quarter mile away by his drunken gait and incoherent babbling. Everyone predicted he wouldn’t amount to much in life. And that’s exactly what he achieved. He passed down his poverty to his son. My father.
I remember the pain I felt in my heart. The day it occurred to me at the age of 13. That to get certain things that money could buy, I had to succumb to men’s sexual urges. My male siblings had it worse.
While “surviving” on the street . I got pregnant mistakenly for a man. Not for love really. So followed my 2nd pregnancy. We were living on less than 500 naira a day. It wasn’t easy to come by either.
One day, while refilling the battered kerosene stove we cooked with . I never knew it was adulterated. I heard just the explosion, which was followed by the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my entire life. It was as if I was being skinned alive. Unfortunately too, I was 6 months pregnant for my 3rd child at the time .
Immediately I was rushed down to the village cottage hospital. Doctors there patched me up a bit and sent me to the states tertiary hospital. Saying they weren’t equipped to manage me.
On arrival at the tertiary institution, hospital staff swung into action immediately.
I noticed things began to take a different turn 36 hours later. Services slowed down and almost stopped altogether. They made me understand I was entitled to just 24 hours
emergency services . Which was exhausted. I would have to pay henceforth out of pocket, for services.
It didn’t take long before we couldn’t afford antibiotics and the burns dressing materials anymore. Burns could be so expensive to manage I never knew.
After several days with little to no treatment. Family members decided to discharge me home to avoid incurring further bills as they couldn’t afford my treatment. I could not imagine what fate awaited me at home. They planned to make a deal with a nurse to come treat me at home. I knew her. She was a quack.
I’ve have heard that the infection was going to kill me sooner than loss of body fluid did. I was really scared. It was at this point in my hopelessness luck shone on me. A nurse – God bless her – approached me.
The nurse promised she was going to hook me up with a nurse in my locality who would assist me with the daily dressings for free. We didn’t believe. I and my husband had every reason under the sun to doubt her.
The day after I got home, I received a call from a Nurse and everyday she would come over to my house and do the dressing. It was a painstaking and time consuming task but she did it without complaining. She would smile and offer constant prayers for my quick recovery. 45 percent burns in pregnancy is no joke.
Now that I think of it, I remember how I and my family would look at each others faces. Not believing our luck. Obviously wondering what in God’s “holy” world was happening. She continued doing this for a period of 40 days till the sores finally healed.
Almost equally important was the invaluable and holistic health advice on about any topic she gave us anytime she came around.
Today, I am well and back to living life. Truth be told, I still can’t believe such good still exists in the world. I don’t know how to say thank you enough but I wish I could be a Nurse so I could do the same for someone else.
Beneficiary, Nursing hands international organization ‘Field initiative’
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