Recently I recieved a message about being featured on where I am in life. It made me pause. Where am I?
Lately, I have been really selective about what I share on social media. So here is a life update for those of you who are interested.
Jamaica is all that it is hyped up to be. It is absolutely beautiful. However, I didn’t get to experience much of it because I spent my time there on the floor of the bathroom because morning sickness was kicking my butt. The toilet bowl was my constant companion throughout my pregnancy. After spending a month looking for a job and finding that I was either over or under qualified, and then finding out that I was 6 weeks pregnant, my husband and I decided that it was best for me to rest versus starting a new job that I would have to leave in a few months. I am not a house wife. I like to describe myself as a kept woman. It sounds more sophisticated.
Being a “kept woman” didn’t go over very well with many people, thinking that I gave up my career to take care of my husband. And while there is nothing wrong with that in my opinion, I was doing the most important job I have ever done in my life, growing the most incredible little human being I’ve ever encountered. I found it difficult to provide excuses as to why I wasn’t working or going to school, especially when my in-laws asked. At one point, I truly thought my mother-in-law had me figured out, but alas we kept it to ourselves until we were ready to share it with the world.
At 7 months pregnant, I made my way to Houston to be closer to my mother during the most important time of my life. In my last trimester, I had a new found respect and love for the woman who carried me and the woman who carried the man that I love so much. Pregnancy is hard! But to me, the delivery is much harder. Our beautiful baby boy was born on June 15th at 3:24 a.m. Saifullah Ayodeji Tijani.
People ask about his name. Saifullah means sword of Allah(God). Ayodeji means my joy has doubled. Tijani means that he is the son of my husband. lol. We chose the name Ayodeji because soon after we found out we were pregnant, my husband was offered a residency in New York. Our joy had definitely been doubled.
After being under the guiding hands of my generous and loving mother, once Saifullah turned 3 months, we packed our bags and moved to the big city. I am still a kept woman, who now keeps her baby alive each day, Alhamdulillah. I am grateful for the opportunity to be still mentally for once in my life, even if not physically. Chasing behind an eight month old works up a sweat daily.
If anything changes, I may or may not let you know.
P.S. When my husband would ask me to do something while I was pregnant, my response would typically be, “I can’t. I’m too busy growing a foot.”