02/07/2025
The Tale of My Oops Baby Turned Superhero: Tangi-Omwene at 6 🎉💛
My 4th pregnancy? Honestly... the most beautiful one. But hold on, not from the beginning! At first, I was a walking noodle-and-water machine with Olympic-level morning sickness. My body said no to everything except Maggi and hydration. Honestly, I should’ve been sponsored by a noodle brand! 🍜💧
But things started looking up by the end of the second trimester. I finally looked pregnant and not just like I’d swallowed a watermelon. I could eat! I could breathe! And I had hope, the hope of a miracle girl. Yes, this was my surprise, oops baby, and I just knew she was going to be my reward for enduring all those pregnancies. Spoiler alert: God has jokes. 😅
Then came 1st July 2019, aka my favorite part of being pregnant, the knife day! Say what you will, but I hate pregnancy and love the C-section moment. No one ever believes me, probably because I’ve been pregnant enough times to qualify for a loyalty card, but I promise you, I hated it every time. So much so, I was always first in line for theatre, like it was a Black Friday sale. 😄
They sliced me open, and there he was…another boy! Lifted up high like Simba with a tiny worm between his legs, wiggling like, “Hello again, mother of pen*ses!” 🫡💙
Then suddenly... I was freezing. Like Titanic-floating-door level cold. They wrapped me in an electric blanket and whisked my baby away. I didn’t even hear him cry, unlike my other drama-king babies who’d screamed like they were being auditioned for opera.
Back in my room, I was met with a chorus of nurses and one puzzled baby daddy.
“Hey, mother of Tangi!” they said.
Tangi??! 😳 I didn’t even know that was his name! Honestly, by baby number four, I had no naming energy left. My plan was: if it's a girl, I’ll throw in “Hole-Yange” and call it a day. But alas, no holes. Only more hard hearts. 😅
I asked: “Where’s my baby? Is he okay? Why didn’t I hear him cry?” The nurse smiled gently and said, “He did cry, but his voice was very low.” Also, his temperature had dipped, so they were monitoring him. He was fine but quiet. 🤫
When he was brought to me, I latched him on, and he suckled like a champ, even with zero milk coming out. But I noticed something... This baby was different. Quiet. Eyes shut. Head slightly bigger. Hmm. A little sus.
Then came The Bath Incident... The housekeepers took him for a bath but took so long that I followed. What did I find? My tiny human lying naked, unbathed, and turning blue while the staff casually told stories. 😡 Bath only started when Bama Bear walked in. After that, his oxygen dropped, and he was admitted to NICU. My heart? Shattered. 💔
He didn’t get discharged that day. The other boys were waiting at home with open arms and baby gifts… but we stayed. 😞
Later, more scary news followed. ENT couldn’t test his voice because he was too tiny. Cardiologist ran tests, thank God, his heart was perfect. But then more storms: pneumonia at 5 weeks, oxygen machines, nebulizers, so many tests. His fontanelle wasn’t pulsating. CT scans. Bloods. A possible stroke. Talk of cerebral palsy. Talk of blindness. Talk of surgery to open his skull. Talk of developmental delays. I was drowning in medical terms and mama guilt. 😢
Where had I gone wrong? I took care of myself. Ate well. Prayed. Dreamt. And now...this?
We refused surgery for now. Monitored. Loved. Observed. I tracked his head growth with a measuring tape like a mad scientist. Eye tests? Turns out he just has “Asian eyes.” The voice? They said his vocal cords hadn’t opened properly at 10 weeks gestation.
But guess what?
God had the final say.
No cerebral palsy. No blindness. No shrinking head. He beat the odds.
He sat. He crawled. He walked. He TALKED. (Though softly, like a wise little monk. 😂)
At 18 months, he finally had vocal cord surgery. And though his voice still sounds like a tiny old man who reads philosophy books, it is the sweetest melody to us. 🥹
Today, Tangi-Omwene is 6 years old. In Pre-Primary. Sharp as a needle. Inquisitive as a lawyer. He questions everything, reasons with everyone, and explains his world with such wit, it floors us.
And don’t even think of teasing his big head, he’ll tell you:
“My head is big because it’s filled with intelligence. Yours is small and that’s why you get headaches!” 💀💅🏽
He accepts his voice proudly and says, “God made me like this.”
Tangi-Omwene is our surprise baby, our storm survivor, our sunshine wrapped in resilience. The one who made doctors scratch their heads and nurses watch in awe.
He’s our miracle. Our lesson in faith, laughter, and grace.
Happy 6th, my little legend. We love you deeply.
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