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November 15, 2015


I was opportune to listen to a discourse on fertility and I was shocked to hear that in 2015 some peeps are still of the opinion that ARTs are not biblical.

It would be nice to read an opinion that actually differs from mine.

I will lay my opinion as I understand it and from the stand point of someone who had to TTC for 9years.

Ezekiel 37:4
Again He said to me, "Prophesy over these bones and say to them, 'O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD.' "Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones, 'Behold, I will cause breath to enter you that you may come to life. 'I will put sinews on you, make flesh grow back on you, cover you with skin and put breath in you that you may come alive; and you will know that I am the LORD.”

Genesis 2:7
And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.

Medical science has been able to fathom that it takes the coming together of a male sperm and a female egg to form a foetus and this has brought about most of the different forms of ARTs  to assist couples who are TTC. However, does this mean that science has discovered how to give life…the answer is NO.

The breath of life belongs to the Omnipotent, Omniscient and only living God. He's the only one who can breath life into the cells formed in the Petri dish during an IVF procedure, he's the only one who can command life into eggs when an IUI procedure is performed. This is the only reason why IVFs fail. If he withholds that breath, the procedure becomes unsuccessful no matter the number of viable eggs transferred into the woman. I came into this realisation during my several procedures. 

It's God that gives life not the OB/GYN. It's not about how good the clinic or how well the procedure went. I have learnt that our trials are all to his glory….remember the story of the blind man

John 9:1-3
As He passed by, He saw a man blind from birth. And His disciples asked Him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he would be born blind?" Jesus answered, "It was neither that this man sinned, nor his parents; but it was so that the works of God might be displayed in him.…

Our situation and challenges is to show forth his awesomeness. 

If we can take aspirin for pain, go for surgery to correct a defect, then I believe infertility is also just a form of anomaly that needs medical treatment. The irony of it all is that there are more cases of unexplained infertility than explained….ARTs are often the last medical techniques when all other natural measures have been taken.

If you have never known hunger, then you can't understand and describe hunger, likewise if you haven't TTCed you can only imagine what it is to long for a child. It's painful when TTC couple are held bound by society’s belief and can't seek help just because……..

All we hear in churches are testimonies of couples who waited 25,20,15,10years……and suddenly are blessed with triplets, twins and singleton. Nobody says what procedure they had to undertake to have the babies…..all because the children will be stigmatised….if they laugh too much, it will be because they are test tube babies, if they cry na wahala. 

I know a school proprietress who swears she can tell IVF babies apart……Kai……I laugh in Chinese…….for where,…….it's all in her head. 

TTC: trying to conceive
ART: assisted reproductive technology

November 14, 2015


Cobweb, he haff full this blog mehn…..lemme go and carry broom to do some cleaning……..

*clears throat*
Abeg, don't vex that I have been AWOL. Hactually, I wasn't hexperred it that I will be away this long but … haff happen like that so please helep me, helep me by accepting my apologies.��

*brings out thank you speech*

Thank you to everyone who congratulated me on the  birth of Bomboy. To everyone who follow my blog and read every post on my TTC journey, I say may you really be blessed. I can't begin to mention names but know that God will reward your labour of love. You all are a blessing and I feel so loved……oya make una chop kiss one my one…..

Thank you…


Bomboy is doing good and growing so fast its unbelievable.. I had to adjust to life as a mummy and a career woman. Unfortunately I work in a male dominated industry and in the midst of men whose wives are all SAHMs (stay at home mothers).

I will get to doing blog rounds pretty soon……I know it haff tay that I visited una blog…., anyone can help a sister out by giving me better gist of what has been happening in blogville.

June 19, 2015


There was a time when the thought of getting married and becoming pregnant was scary. I just couldn’t process the thought. I was young, naive and a husband and baby weren’t in the picture. I had the world to conquer. Strangely though, I got married in my mid-twenties and I still can’t fathom when the mind shift happened. I found love, got married but couldn’t bring myself to face the “after-marriage-comes-babies” sequence. I told Hubby I didn’t want to get pregnant and we agreed we won’t start trying for a baby until some months into the marriage. I felt I couldn’t take care of a child, I was scared. Don’t get me wrong, I love babies, I adore them and find those chubby cheeks irresistible. I just didn’t want to have them in my space breaks, no weekends. I wasn’t ready to be a parent.

I think I got pregnant after the first month of marriage because Aunty Flo didn’t visit when she was due, after 2 weeks, I was scared silly and asked a doctor friend to prescribe pills to make Aunty Flo visit. I took the pill and as sure as dawn, Aunty Flo came was a close shave.
About a year later, we started trying to conceive consciously. Like play, like play, it seemed Aunty Flo had given herself a monthly residence in our abode...the more we tried to keep her out, the more determined she was to continue her monthly visit. Then, the tests started, the prayers ,the ARTs, the medication and then more prayers laced with fasting. I lost my faith and found it several times during my TTC journey. I cried, I ached and I thought I would die but God kept me. I lost count of how many times I lashed out at God and my Hubby, there was no pretence with them, while I seemed calm to the outside world.

I found peace along the line, I knew it wasn’t was a grace beyond my frailty. I remember once, a friend said, “Sykik, you don’t behave like someone who’s looking for a child”. Many women saw me and asked how I can be so calm and composed........I smiled and always said “when you want something so badly that you have done everything within your physical might and realise it’s beyond your power, you just can’t help but say I don’t give up, but I am sure going to live my life”. I used my blog as an outlet to pour out my heart wrenching emotions, my blog helped keep my sanity.

There was also the several, “Sykik, I know a doctor” or “Sykik, my pastor said”, or “Sykik, my church is having a programme”. I felt trapped with the unsolicited phone numbers, prayers and advice. Then there were times during church service when the pastor will ask women who are waiting for the fruit of the womb to step out........what about the men?  I was an “aluta” TTC mama...I didn’t want to be cloaked into the regular TTC woman. I wanted to pray without being compelled to pray, I wanted to talk to people without being drowned with advices about the best sex position to keep the sperm inside the vayjayjay...,.....kai, ........the list is endless.............

Luke 1
47And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior. 48"For He has had regard for the humble state of His bondslave; For behold, from this time on all generations will count me blessed. 49"For the Mighty One has done great things for me; And holy is His name.…

What is this post about sef......... it’s to announce that Sykik is now "mama bornboy". Baby’s birth was some months ago.

June 03, 2015


One Sunday night, I was craving fried yam like my life depended on it.......When Hubby no “gree” look my side, I started crying. I was a pitiable sight,  it was almost like if I didn't eat fried yam that night ehn, I won't survive. We started driving all over our area looking for fried yam, after several referrals we got someone who was frying at a bus stop. Immediately I perceived the smell of the fried yam, I started inhaling the smell like it was food, the food vendor took one look at me and shook her head and said “madam, sorry, it is well, this phase will pass”.

Another instance was during work hours, I was walking through my office car park and I saw a man eating jollof rice in his car, I stood beside the car and was watching how the rice was entering this man’s mouth, at a point the man turned and stared at me. I am sure he was wondering if I was a mad woman, I just curtsied, apologised and "waka-ed" away.

I told myself that I need to start having self control because “tush” Sykik cannot be falling hand like this oh......which kain pregnancy symptom be "ojukokoro" again.

Constipation garnished with carpel tunnel syndrome and a slice of "ojukokoro" is not sexy and tush at all.....pregnancy is not a easy something.

Ps: Please someone should help me interprete "ojukokoro" into English in the comment section.