My Work

Like I said in my first post, this blog is to chronicle my journey to making miscarriage support a relevant service to women in Nigeria. In order to accomplish this, I decided to conduct a study to confirm the emotional issues we face after a miscarriage as a valid need among the women here.
I decided that i needed an experienced doctor who would act as my supervisor on this project so as to give it credibility. As only God can do, I ended up getting a top professor who is interested in this work. I was amazed by this favour that God showed me and i do believe that it is going to be a fruitful relationship.
Went to his office today to drop of my planned methodology and a draft of the questionnaire. I wonder what he'll think. Well, I'll know on monday.

This Suprised Me

I went out yesterday to my childhood pastor about being on the board of trustees for this ngo as part of its registration and i had to tell him for the first time that i had a miscarriage. this is because i wasn't in the country when it happened and the only people who knew were the people that knew i was even pregnant.
What surprised me was that as i recounted my story, even if it was just a summary and i was more like explaining why i felt this NGO was needed, i found myself fighting tears. I was really surprised to realize that 18months and 1baby later, that loss still hurt me deeply.
I had been reading on another blog (diary of a miscarriage) that you never truly get over it but yesterday it really brought that fact home to me.
I'm grateful that i'm stronger now but i'm also grateful for the pain. I want to always be able to sympathize with the women i help and never forget how much it hurts to lose a pregnancy.

my song

as i lay on the hospital bed after the miscarriage, spent from weeping, i made a decision. my dh had gone home to pick up a few things and get the house ready to bring me home so i was all alone in the room. what was my decision? i sang this song:

My Jesus, my Saviour,
Lord there is none like you
all of my days i want to praise
the wonders of your mighty love.
My Comfort, my Shelter,
Tower of refuge and Strength
let every breath, all that i am never cease to worship you

Shout to the Lord all the earth let us sing
Power and majesty, praise to the King
mountains bow down and the seas will roar
at the sound of your name
i sing for joy at the works of your hands
forever i'll love you, forever i'll stand
nothing compares to the promise i have in you.

you see it's easy to praise God when everything is gr8 and exactly as it should be. i still had days of misery and grief after the miscarriage but i made a decision from the beginning that i will hold on to my God. i had lost my baby but i would not lose my faith. and it is that faith that has seen me through.

First Post....here goes!

Well, this is hello and welcome. I do hope that a lot of people will visit this site and post their comments, encouragement and words of advice. I don't claim to know it all, I just want to help people the way I was helped.
Miscarriage is a loaded word and a heavy experience. Hopefully, together we can lighten the load and make a difference in one another's lives.
The Miscarriage Support and Information Association was created to do just that. too many people neglect the emotional aspect of healing and its importance to total health. Sadly, these people are the very ones that are supposed to help us; the healthcare providers.
So that's my 1st port of call; increasing awareness about the credibility of this need to feel validated in your grief after a miscarriage even among women in Nigeria.
Welcome and here's to hope, healing and help.