I need the cry of a mini me....from a sister

I remember very well when I was proposed to, the noise I made, the plans we made for the wedding, I chose my girls, picked the best colour that will be great on them, always wanted a long flowing veil, have my face covered so that the darling groom would uncover, I had sleepless nights, I planned for a lot. I even went to stores to buy a few baby clothes, shoes, napkins, diaper, and a few of my baby's stuff though I wasn't pregnant but I needed to buy these things on ground. 

My wedding day came through and it was all I wanted, food went round to everyone, there was more than enough, I had that daddy-daughter dance I was talked about....and my DJ was just the right man for the day, he played me the Maxwell's Woman's worth, to love a woman and my favorite, That's what friends are for, it was heavenly, I wished it never came to an end, 

Talk about my honey moon, I doubt yours was as smooth, serene and sexy as mine, no, no, I doubt it was...it was a trip to Dubai, I loved every single moment, the laughs, the jokes, the plan, the promises, the shopping, everything was great, I had nothing to worry about. 

Finally, honeymoon was over, we got back to Nigeria, started a new life with ourselves, it was kinda strange not going back to my parents' house, but I love this and this has been all I wanted with the man I love.

Two  years down and worries, pain, sleepless nights set in, midnight prayers, vigils but it still feels wrong, three years down and the tension is high, we have no child, we have visited the family doctor, extended to so many hospitals, and they all seem to say the same thing, "there's nothing wrong with you madam and there nothing wrong with you sir", so what is the problem? I feel real pain, I see my friends who got married a year ago with their babies, I have attended so many naming ceremonies. I have walked down the line of faith by purchasing stuff for my unborn baby. It's been seven years and nothing to show for my marriage, my husband on the other hand is a quiet, prayerful man who encourages me every single day, I find trust in that but it's seriously weighing me down. I feel helpless. I am more worried than my husband, sometimes I wonder why he doesn't feel disturbed, he is so calm about it.

I really pray for a miracle. I can't wait to hear the cry of a baby in my house. I can't wait to see mini me running around. It's difficult. And just last week, I read of a child who was thrown inside a gutter, the irony of life, what I crave for, someone is discarding. God help us! God bless good mothers.‎

From a sister who needs prayers. May God reach you at your point of need.‎