On my way to work this morning, I saw a pregnant woman standing by the roadside; from the look on her face, she was in severe pain (labor pain). She must have spent some time at the junction waiting for a taxi, but it seemed no taxi was willing to carry her in such a condition.
While she was in pain, some other women were comforting her, and the gathering of people caught my attention. I drove past them, and on second thought, I reversed and offered to give her a lift to the hospital.
When driving her to the hospital, she was restless, shouting, and uncomfortable. Honestly, I was dead scared. What will I tell people if anything goes wrong?
Her shouting became intense before you could say, madam, take it easy. She has given birth to a boy RIGHT IN MY CAR, and she kept saying it’s remaining another one.
At this point, I don’t know if I should park or proceed to the hospital. But I was Dead. I had to muscle up all my safety training and first aid training to continue the journey; we arrived at the hospital safely, and the nurses were very Swift in attending to her.
To the glory of God, within a few minutes, she gave birth to the second boy. The twins and the mother are doing very fine. But me am still in shock and dismay.
Each time I remembered how I drove, I just couldn’t hold back the tears that rushed down from my eyes. Thank you, Almighty God, for using me for this woman and her twins’ babies.