I was wheeled to the after delivery ward. My husband came in smiling like he just won a jackpot. Kissed and thanked me, then he carried and placed me gently on the bed. At that moment, I hated him, just a little bit, for getting me pregnant, I hated because I alone suffered to bring our son, and all he could do was kiss me? My baby was later brought in and placed beside me on the bed but I didn't care about him. I didn't turn to look at him, I was reeling in shock and trying to come in terms with what I had passed through and I sincerely hated him, a helpless infant. Who has ever heard of such thing?
