Destiny Brings Love

Baby boy

Billa could not stand the heartburn anymore to the point that she was crying so much that she could no longer hold it.

He saw, Bisma was back to sleep, Billa did not have the heart to wake him, he also moved from his bed, intending to just walk, because he just remembered that people would give birth had to move a lot.

Billa kept pacing from the living room to the living room, he kept repeating until somehow he did it again. But it does not reduce the heartburn that has now penetrated into pain in the waist area. Billa stroked her waist which was hot as well as sick, she also walked to the kitchen to make sweet tea, anyone knows the pain will be slightly reduced.

He also drank a cup of warm tea while sitting at the dining table chair.he drank it unwillingly.

Just as the morning prayer was reverberating, Bismapun awoke from his slumber, he saw Billa was no longer beside him.

"Bill?" bisma said she thought Billa was in the bathroom. But there was no word from inside, Bisma went and looked for Billa downstairs.

How shocked Bhishma was when she saw Billa who was crying while holding her waist.

"Bill, what's wrong with you?" ask Bisma to panic.

"sick Bisma." said Bisma while whimpering, her tears had flowed profusely because she could no longer hold the strange feeling in her body.

"astaga Bill, what's sick?" ask Bisma.

"my stomach hurts a lot." replied Billa.

"when did it hurt?" ask Bisma again.

"from yesterday afternoon." replied Billa.

"why not tell me from yesterday? you want Bill's birth." said Bisma.

"keep the prediction 2 more weeks I'm born." reply Billa.

"predoxy could be Bill's fault, we're midwives now!" exclamation Bisma.

When you nod quickly.

"awhile I bring the same jacket with the baby equipment.You wait here! patience." Bisma quickly went to the room to bring baby equipment that Billa had previously prepared when she was 8 months old.

"Bisma, chirping!" billa exclaimed as Bisma passed away.

Not long ago Bisma approached Billa while carrying a bag containing her baby equipment.

"wear the jacket!" Bismu also helped Billa wear the thick jacket.

Bismapak also memapah Billa who had begun to stop crying.

"you're strong on the road? or do you want to carry?" ask Bisma.

"i can walk by myself" replied Billa.

***

Billa had just finished being examined by the midwife, and it turned out that Billa was indeed contracting but was still opening 3, the midwife suggested that Billa take a lot of walks to speed up the rise of the opening.

Bisma continued to follow Billa walking around, she was so anxious that Billa would occasionally groan when her pain was unbearable.

"sorry Bill, I always make you sick" said Bisma whose eyes were already glazed over Billa's condition.

"it's not your fault Bhishma, it's a woman's nature." replied Billa.

Morning is near noon, but the opening has only climbed one so the opening 4.

"how many openings do you have to go?" ask the angry bisma to the midwife.

"until opening 10, be patient, I think his birth will be after the magrib later." replied the midwife.

"what? magrib's? does my wife have to endure the pain for that long?" ask the bisma who is upset by the words of the midwife.

The midwife left because she knew that she was panicking because she was waiting for her wife to give birth.

Bisma again approached Billa who was bedridden.

"it's Bill, don't take another walk, you better rest" said Bisma.

"i'm hungry" said Billa.

"yeah, I'm bribing ya." Bismapun bribe Billa eat tofu that had been bought in front of the midwife's service house.

"oh yes, we have to tell mama to Papa Bill" said Bisma who forgot so panicked.

Billa swallowed the tofu peel after chewing it gently.

"yes, that's it." Bismapun finally relented, because he always appreciated what Billa's decision was.

After Billa ate, her stomach went back to heartburn, her waist was getting sick, Billa held back while grimacing actually she was not very strong anymore, wanted to quickly the baby was born maybe the pain would disappear.

Bisma looked at Billa who was enduring the pain while holding on to her waist.

"here!" Bisma took over petting Billa's waist, it made Billa a little comfortable. Billa just quietly enjoys the touch of Bhishma's hand.

"boy get out quick! pity your mama is in pain. Papa loves you and mama" said Bisma muttered to herself right in front of Billa's stomach.

Billa was moved to hear the words of Bhishma, she immediately embraced Bhishma and cried there.

"patience to Bill." said Bisma while stroking Billa's head.

Right after the ashar adhan. Billa was left alone because Bisma participated in congregational prayers in the mosque next door.

Bisma is praying that Billa's delivery will be smooth and the baby will be born soon, Bisma really does not have the heart to see Billa who is in pain for too long.

When she finished, Bisma hurried back to the Billa room for fear of leaving her alone at a time like this.

"Bill's." Bisma saw Billa was no longer in her room, a nurse approached Bisma.

"mother Billa is already in the delivery room pa, come with me." - The nurse.

"so my wife is going to give birth now ma'am?" ask Bisma.

"yes, because the establishment has broken" replied the nurse, Bisma also tailed behind the nurse to the delivery room.

In the delivery room, Bisma saw Billa who had been handled by three Midwives, she immediately approached Billa.

"Bisma, sick." said Billa when Bhishma was in front of him.

"patience Bill, in a minute!" exclamation Bisma.

"mayo ma'am, push!" exclaim the midwife one.

"lady Bill, you can do it!" bisma said while stroking Billa's head, Bisma also blew her crown because she knew it would be a strength for his wife when she was about to give birth.

Billa was pushing as hard as the person who was going to poop, but not as easy as she had imagined, the baby in her stomach was still not pushed out.

"mockingly ma'am!" exclaim the midwife two.

Bill did it again, but madih has not yet produced results.

"you can Bill, a little more." exclaimed Bisma.

"hard Bhishma" said Billa who instead cried because of difficulty doing it.

"do not cry ma'am, it will complicate his birth." cried the Midwife one.

"don't cry!" Bhishma wiped away the tears that had flooded Billa's cheeks gently.

Bill tried not to cry and pushed back according to the instructions of the midwife for almost 20 minutes but there was no sign of the baby coming out.

Finally the three midwives took action, he pushed Billa's stomach quite hard, Billa instead returned to crying.

"keep pushing!" exclaimed the Midwife two, Billa again strained along with her stomach which was pushed by the midwife two.

"yes, good, his head is visible" said the midwife.

"luck Bill!" exclamation Bisma.

"more powerful." exclaimed midwife two, while midwife three still pushed Billa's stomach.

With all the energy that Billa still had, he pushed very strongly, the sound of baby crying echoed in every corner of the delivery room.

"alhamdulillah" said the three midwives.

"alhamdulillah Bill, our baby is born" said Bisma, without feeling the tears of Bhishma dripping so on her.

"Bisma don't cry" said Billa, who noticed Bhishma crying.

"no Bill, I'm just moved."

The second midwife immediately cleaned the newborn baby, while the third midwife cleaned the equipment they used for the delivery of Billa, while the midwife one sewed the torn part.

"congratulations ma'am, sir, the baby boy is born normal and healthy. Let's first have the baby!" exclaim the midwife two to the bisma.