Aerospace

Chapter 74 - Sweet Moment

Camila Pov's

The graduation event went well. Even with my stomach growing, it did not dampen the happiness I felt.

" dear, come sit down. You must be tired."

Dirga guided me to sit on the chair.

Her body bent down, revealing a little bit the tip of my skirt. Take off the shoes I'm wearing.

I am deeply moved, all the affection Dirga gave me was so sincere. Every second of every minute does not escape his attention and affection.

" thank you." I said with glassy eyes.

" the same." om dirga looked at me with a smile and his hand had taken over my hand grasping it tightly.

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I spent two weeks preparing myself for the day of labor. Every day is never free from the feeling of nervousness and thumping. Understand because this is the first experience plus very minimal knowledge about pregnancy and childbirth.

Even though I have graduated from medical school, there is still a feeling of fear. Since the beginning of pregnancy, I have been reading books about mothers and children. Browsing on the Internet about pregnancy and childbirth. But the theory and the facts are not the same.

The doctor said that my fetal development was good. Baby weight is also enough. And the possibility of giving birth to normal is very big.

It has been two weeks also om dirga will often invite me to sports, morning walk around the housing complex. Take me to pregnancy exercises. And all of that is done as an effort to facilitate the labor process.

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Until the anticipated day arrives, according to the predictions of the doctor should I give birth about 3 or 4 more days.

But today since morning my stomach has been feeling bad. Frequent urination until back and forth to the bathroom. The longer I feel my stomach is getting hotter. Sometimes his heartburn appears after a minute is gone again. And so on until it made me feel uncomfortable.

I grimaced with pain and heartburn that came. Relax and not panic. Sitting leaning on the head of the bed while waiting for Dirga to come. The day has gone late afternoon. Dirga was at home around five in the afternoon. Especially since I approached labor like this, om dirga never returned home at night. After work at the office, he went straight home. Never again to the club. The night club is now handed over to the boy who works as a bartender.

And sure enough when the contraction came back, with all my might I endured the pain. Coinciding with Dirga who was entering the room.

" Dear, what's wrong with you?" Om dirga looked panicked. Seeing me grimacing with pain.

" it seems to be giving birth. From there the contractions continued." I replied while holding back the contractions I felt.

" dear wait a minute. I called my mama." om Derga hastily left the room leaving me alone again in the room.

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Arriving at the Hospital I was immediately examined by the obstetrician who handled me all this time. It still has an opening three. But the pain I was feeling was already incredible.

The doctor had suggested that I could walk around the Hospital to speed up the opening process. Around eight o'clock in the evening Mother arrived with Ken. It's just that Danisha's sister can't come. Considering my brother-in-law also has a one-year-old toddler, Kenzo's name.

Not to forget I also asked for my blessing to mother and apologized to her for all my mistakes and sins while being her son. I just found out how much a mother struggles. Nine months pregnant with a baby feels really heavy plus the process of giving birth that turns out to be as painful as this taste.

Om dirga, do not be asked again how messed up his face look. Between worry, pleasure and panic. Every time I feel a contraction, with affection Dirga who will command me to take a deep breath and then exhale slowly. His hand also rubbed my back trying to give me peace.

Until dawn tomorrow morning, I still can not do the labor process. The opening is incomplete plus info from the doctor who said if my hip is narrow. The amniotic fluid has not broken until the doctor still gave me the opportunity to give birth normally.

The pain I felt was not asked again. All mothers must have felt it. And I try to stay strong for all.

The morning before my body was weak and powerless. Experiencing endless contractions from last night, honestly made me very tormented. Although the pain came and went but it felt like I could not take it anymore.

Om dirga has entered my treatment room with a bag of chicken porridge.

" dear, let's have breakfast. Let there be energy when our child is born. Let's go get a bribe."

Om dirga thrust a spoonful of porridge in front of my mouth. I still enjoy breakfast by holding back the contractions that sometimes come. Suddenly I felt a liquid seeping out soaking my clothes.

" what's this. "I rubbed my wet undergarments. Coincidentally with the mother who was also in the room after going to breakfast with papa and mama.

" why Mila.." asked Mommy.

" this is Bun.." I showed you the clear liquid in my palm. I deliberately touched her out of curiosity.

" your membranes are broken. Momentarily call the nurse."

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Until midday I felt increasingly strong contractions. Actually, om dirga had intended to decide the operation as soon as it could not bear to see me who continued to be in pain. But the doctor advised me to wait a while longer because the doctor believed I could give birth normally. I also actually want to give up but considering my struggle from last night it is a pity to miss the moment of giving birth normally.

Sister took me to the maternity ward. It's been opening eight and just waiting a little while for me to be able to give birth normally.

The doctor had entered the delivery room shortly after om dirga was also allowed to enter to accompany me.

With his anxious face om dirga can still provide motivation for me.

" dear you can. For our son's sake. I love you." whispered om dirga in my ear and kissed my forehead.

I heard the nurse tell the doctor, if the opening is complete. With the rest of the energy I still have, trying to focus on following the doctor's instructions. Trying to relax again and with a single breath, I began to push as hard as I could. I went back limp. Take a deep breath and exhale slowly. Om dirga is still trying to encourage me.

The doctor again gave instructions, as soon as I felt the contractions coming back, I pushed back until I felt my baby slide out accompanied by her loud cries filling the delivery room.

Thank goodness I offer.

It feels so relieved. The sweat flooded my whole body. Om dirga kissed me all over the face many times.

" thank you dear... Thanksmeme it... Our son's a boy."

I could still hear the sound of om dirga just that I was too limp. Opening your eyes is hard. But I'll force it right away. As soon as my eyes opened, I saw a nurse carrying my baby. I can't hide a smile.

I happy. Very happy. Even dirga looks glassy. Happiness was also on his face.