Since independence in 1960, Nigeria has had a very limited scope of legal coverage for social protection .Besides over 90% of the Nigerian population being without health insurance coverage. Below is a true story of what the medical sector looks like.
It was on Tuesday, my normal antenatal day,19 Feb 2019. I got to the hospital on my own with my big tommy, problem started when they couldn’t get my BP because I was told it was faint.
After several attempts I finally got my BP tested, but my BP level was unusually high. I met with the doctor and he insisted on admitting me in order to monitor me . My BP kept increasing and by evening, one of the doctors told me they need to perform an emergency CS. I agreed, only to be told minutes later that they would try induction, and that marked the beginning of my ordeal,
I was induced and was in pains all through the night, but I didn’t dilate more than 4cm, by 9am, I was told I still needed the CS which I agreed to, and all necessary forms were signed. We were asked to get the needed items and pay for what needed to be paid for. It took roughly two hours because the items were not written at once,
After my folks brought the needed items, the doctor noticed some missing items in the list, and issued another one.
Finally, at 12, we were good to go. All through these periods, I was seriously contracting and in crazy pain. Then my Amniotic fluid ruptured just as our waiting period began. We were waiting for an ambulance to come take me to the theater. We waited for almost three hours, (this was the longest wait of my life) .My baby’s heart was been monitored ,and according to the doctor, it was perfect.
but while waiting for the ambulance, her heart rate became high, but funny enough, the doctors didn’t bother. My folks insisted on using personal car, that was the moment the ambulance finally arrived.
I was finally taken to the theater for an operation. Unfortunately, during the course of the operation, the hospital’s stand by electricity went off for almost ten to fifteen minutes. By then, I have already been cut opened, and was at the tail end of the surgery. The anesthetic effect had already worn off , I felt the terrible pain of being stitched.,
I came out of the theater grateful for my life and that of my baby, because I was told she was fine. unknown to me she was far from the word “fine”. I was later told she didn’t cry after fifteen minutes of her birth, but the doctors kept trying and later gave up forty minutes later. My baby was a fighter because, she responded after the doctors had left.
My recovery was fast, perhaps because I thought she was in perfect health condition, but had to be taken to NICU just to monitor her, and to give me room for fast recovery. I never knew I was deceived. My brother played along and even showed me pictures and short videos of my daughter. (she was the prettiest girl I have ever seen). She died two days later from complications which I had no idea of.
I was informed of her death two days later because of my BP level, I cried daily because the medical personnels couldn’t explain to me what exactly went wrong, One of the doctors speculated that maybe the complication occurred between the time when the decision for the surgery was taken and when it was performed .While others said different things,
honestly I wasn’t satisfied with the services I got. If things were done rightly and we still lost her, maybe I won’t be this angry at our failed system . After all the pains I passed through, I have nothing to show for it, My resolve to leave the country has gone to the highest level you can imagine, even though I have no slightest idea on how to do that at the moment.
Today, here am I with no baby, no job. All I have is constant tears on daily basis. Always wondering what I would have done differently to have kept her.