About the Heart

Dion And Rosa's Heart Fruit

Coming back from the doctor's office for the second time, we actually have a big problem that we must immediately find a way out. Mr. Aryan who was looking at us with a questionable face immediately shuffled from his seat.

"How's it?"

Dion took me out of the doctor's waiting room and moved to the waiting room along the hospital hallway. I immediately put myself down. While Dion was standing before me. "What are you more prepared to give birth to, honey?"

"My client is spontaneous, Mom."

"If you want to be spontaneous, we choose to be spontaneous."

I'm down. "But ...," my finger on the one word I just put out.

"If my blood pressure goes up, what?"

"Think positive, dear."

I chose silence again. The thought of the decision I was about to make and the thing I was afraid of was again frightening. If you choose this then this, if you choose it then the consequences are also so. This is how it is, it makes the feeling more uncertain.

"If indeed the least risk is through a cesarean section, Mas suggests you choose it. But if you really want to be spontaneous, be sure that you can, dear."

"But, if it fails ...?"

Thought gamang.

Dion got up from before me and grabbed me into his arms. "Mas salat isya once asked for instructions from the owner of our lives, dear. Be calm! Be sure of your choice because we have God Almighty" Dion said, kissing my forehead.

"Jaga Rosa first!" dion's message to Mr. Aryan before he walks to the hospital musala.

My mind wandered back. Still chasing the same thing. The right choice when the time is getting urgent. In the heart keep praying. I hope that the best decision will come soon. Throw away the gamang in order to return calm to labor.

O God, my life and death have You written. But may I plead, to be able to write a happy story with the son and husband of the servant.

"Sa," called Mr. Aryan and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

My brother opened the bottle and put it right in front of my mouth. "Drink!"

Although I did not feel thirst, I finally gulped the clear liquid. I need it even though I don't realize I'm in a state of pervasive thirst. Mr. Aryan picked it up again when I had already taken it away from my lips.

"Birth is not easy. Life is the bet. But as a created being, you know who to ask?"

Yes, there is no place to honor except Allah, the Lord of Matters. Asking the most appropriate is to the real owner.

"Well, what do you think is the best choice?"

"The answer is in your heart. Whatever you choose, it's important you survive."

Everyone handed it to me. Unfortunately, I can't make a choice. In time, my mind is deadlocked. Back pain slowly strikes again. I rubbed myself slowly.

"Want me to help you?" bargain Mr. Aryan carefully because he realizes that this is not the thing he deserves to do.

"We call Mama" said Dion as soon as he arrived in front of me.

Mama ... Why can I forget him at a time like this? The mustajab prayer is his.

"Mama ...," called me with tears in her eyes.

"I've forgiven all your mistakes, son." Mama's sentence precedes the words thrown before I say sorry.

"Ma, what should Rosa do?"

"Dion told me everything. According to Mama if spontaneous birth is too risky, let alone the amount of amniotic you a little and will take a long time to wait for a complete opening, use induction only."

Mama's right.

"Trust me, God will make things easier, son."

That choice from Mama I finally chose as my way of giving birth. Dion's decision to ask Mama for prayer was the best course. Confidence is strong in the heart. Yes ... I am ready to pick up the birth of our two children.

The strengthening of Mr. Aryan also further adds to my belief. Immediately I left him with a smile that was both engraved on the lips of the three of us. Swinging the legs decisively entered the doctor's practice room again.

"Hows it? Already have a decision?" ask Dr. Sitta to make sure.

A smile full of confidence I showed. By saying basmallah, I assure you to choose this path, induction.

Dion pushed the wheelchair with me on it. Follows a nurse to enter a temporary space before entering the delivery room. My body is falling there. While the nurse examines and then injects an induction drug. An hour passed, not so felt the effect.

At about ten in the evening, I was taken to the delivery room. Next to me Dion waited faithfully. Rubbing my back like that night. While next to my hand is attached an infusion hose. The sisters came and went to check on me.

There was a push there, like something that wanted to come out but then disappeared. So many times. At first it was rarely just five minutes later. Every symptom that strikes, it feels like I want to grip whatever is in front. Dion I made my target. My grip weakened when the feeling disappeared again. And it will strengthen again when the pain comes again.

I saw Dion's eyes start to turn red. Unable to the situation I was facing. His lips always strengthened me in the prayer he prayed. In the pain of struggle, I give thanks in speech. Having a husband seems to be the most precious treasure.

"Mas," I cried.

"Pray, Honey."

When faced with the choice of a definite path between life and death, the utterance to be recited is to call upon the greatness of Allah the All-Everything. Because the giver of ease of labor is only He the Blower of the Spirit.

All the health workers gathered. Doctor Sitta, the midwife and a nurse are already on standby in the delivery room. The last check already showed the opening 10.

Contractions come and go only a matter of minutes. Dion kept clasping my fingers while rubbing my hair. As the lips continue to recite, the baby in there also struggles to immediately greet the world. All were stuck, dissolved in prayer so that I and and the living in there could welcome his birth happily.

The contraction that reached its peak, the spirit spreader that was getting closer without a bulkhead, the hunting breath drove along as the sudden sound of crying broke the emotion. Alhamdulillah, the cry that was thrown from all the lips that had carved hope in a stuffy atmosphere.

My cute little baby, the doctor put it on top of me. There are no words that glide, only tears that shed. A sense of happiness that cannot be represented with words. In my arms, Dion proclaimed the Adhan in our baby's right ear, the fruit of Dion and Rosa's love. Truly, this is the true heaven of the world.