‘Joy’ of Motherhood


“I have often wondered, how throughout history, women have continued to endure the pain of childbirth Evidently though, this is not a question to task the mind long”


It was almost a month since the delivery of her baby; it had been an especially difficult birth and she had lost a great quantity of blood. But night and day her features were aglow with joy, and her pain gone whenever she held her little one – whose lifeblood was one with hers.


Today while rocking him, he had begun to fret more than usual. Thinking nothing of it other than the onset of hunger, she had tried to feed him, cooing softly to calm him. He wouldn’t eat though, and then she noticed that he was burning up. The little blue singlet he had under his jumpers was quickly drenched with sweat. Clearly this was beyond abnormal, so she began to cry. Her tears of course unsettled the baby, so that he too began crying. Her baby’s tears squeezed her already breaking heart, she sobbed all the more.


Now sitting before the doctor, her gaze boring an invisible hole through him, as if in accusation – he held all the answers she did not want to hear. He shared them with her regardless, she listened to the point where she understood that her little one was very sick, then unable to bear the indifference in his voice anymore, she surrendered her thoughts to crippling worry for her perfect baby, who had been alright just hours ago, and now terribly ill.

“… needs urgent blood transfusion.” She caught the end of the doctor’s final sentence. And with it came hope. They were compatible – she and her child, and she would donate without a second thought. But she was still in recovery, the doctor protested, and donating blood would be potentially fatal. She said she already knew but he was adamant. “Absolutely not. Not on my watch!”

But it was not his decision to make; he could suggest strongly, what was or wasn’t medically advantageous, but ultimately, it was her call, and she had long made it. The doctor, fine gentleman of the cross that he was, still hedged, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming at him to drop all protocols and save her baby. She glanced over to the crib where he lay still, hooked up to a beeping machine that looked like it was feeding on his life force rather than vice versa. As she watched, his little chest rose and with visible struggle, fell shakily. Fresh wells of tears opened up in her heart.

She placed her open palm very lightly over his heart, and turned wounded eyes to the doctor. “For nine torturous months, I bore this tiny life, now slowly slipping away. I was torn up and bled out for him. To be denied the joy of completing what I have begun, will be to have brought my existence to naught”.

Against his better judgment, he gave in. Ethics be damned, he mused. He could no more deny this woman her wish, than sink a knife into her heart. He started the transfusion.



By A.C. Kanelechukwu

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  1. st cathy November 30, 2015 Reply

    Feels more like the pains of motherhood. I wanted more too – to see something happen.

    • Chisom November 30, 2015 Reply

      Yeah true, that ‘joy’ should probably have had inverted commas. Lemme fix that. Thanks, Cathy!

    • Anncatherine November 30, 2015 Reply

      Hi, st cathy…. thanks for reading this work. I also wanted to write more, but I figured ….. that’s life for you…… the end of a day doesn’t always bring to a definite end, a story in your life…

    • Chisom November 30, 2015 Reply

      Thanks for reading and taking time to help us grow. Point well noted, Moses. Hope to see you around more often 🙂

    • Anncatherine November 30, 2015 Reply

      Thanks Moses….. I’ll try to make ’em longer

  2. Yemie November 30, 2015 Reply

    [muhth-er]- noun
    1. One person who does the work of twenty. For free.
    (See also: ‘Masochist’, ‘Loony’, ‘Saint’) LOL

    That said, any who’s been through the birthing and delivery process, knows its absolutely injurious…..suicidal to offer to give blood, having lost so much that’s still yet to be replenished; unless of course they nurse a death wish! A mother on the other hand, she really could care less…her heart’s stayed on her child and she’d do ALL; to ensure her baby’s safety; even and most especially, to her own detriment! Such is her love….unconditional and sacrificial!

    For me, the Author did a spectacular job of establishing the extreme a mother would go, to protect her baby! The sheer brutality and ferociousness her love, affections and devotion can assume, as it applies to her child! She realizes what’s at stake…that she may lose her life and not get to raise her precious one but she’s willing still; cause the mere thought of outliving and burying her offspring in her lifetime’s not an option….it’d destroy and crush her! She would never come back or get past it! So, better her than her baby! ‘Crazy insane’, but its just what it is…a mother’s love is boundless, highly illogical and it reasons not!

    Thanks for sharing guys, this totally grabs! The joy of motherhood soo gruesomely painted! LOL ❤

    • Chisom November 30, 2015 Reply

      Very well said, Yemz. Your words are woven in a manner that only a mother can attempt. God bless you and your lot. Thank you.

    • Anncatherine November 30, 2015 Reply

      Thanks so much yemie…. it’s beautiful to know I wasn’t off the mark on this one…. to see that your assessment comes from deep within you….. You seem like a fierce one… thank you

  3. st cathy November 30, 2015 Reply

    Yemie always offers a brilliant review. She’s got the ‘Sherlock Holmes’ eye.

    • Yemie November 30, 2015 Reply

      [email protected]’Sherlock Holmes eye’! Thank you sooo much St. Cathy Sweetkins, you flatter me so, and am totally humbled and positively bowled over! You rock, Mwah! ❤ LOL

      • Chisom November 30, 2015 Reply

        Kai, Yemie, why so good?! Lady, you do not just rock, Thou art ROCK-SALT! 🙂

  4. queeneth November 30, 2015 Reply

    Well all in all it is still called joys of motherhood. No matter the pains or suffering, even heart breaks, nothing beats the joy of being a mother.

    • Anncatherine November 30, 2015 Reply

      I’ll bet a whole lot on you being absolutely right…. thanks queeneth

  5. Chisom November 30, 2015 Reply

    What I love most about this piece by Nonye is that I am ‘there’. Man as I am, I can feel the mother’s pain, as if I have had one or two babies myself (lawd have mercy :)) And the brevity works so well with the overflowing tone of sadness. Well written, Nonye, keep it up.

    • Anncatherine November 30, 2015 Reply

      #bashful#…. lol… that sure would be a ‘sight’ to behold.. You having babies. Thank you for liking my story

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