Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Baby Dirga ...

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Suddenly the door of my room opened ...

And I was stunned to see the arrival of the figure in front of me now ...

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"Mrs ...."

"Lilk,"

We also hugged each other, "How son, is it still rare or has it started often?" asked the mother in a calm tone without any panic and graceful as usual. I also crucified the Father who walked over.

"every 5 minutes ma'am, the mesh is shorter, the heartburn is more frequent" I replied.

"Who are you, which dimas?" ask Dad.

"Mas is out looking for biscuits, ma'am."

"You haven't eaten yet?" ask mom seriously.

I also shook my head.

"Lyra, what do you want to eat, let me buy you?" said Dad showed his attention.

"Lyra's sick of eating Mom. Akhc ..."

"Looks Son??"

I nodded too.

Mother deftly rubbed my back which was sitting on the chair at the moment. He was talking to his future grandchildren,

"Darling, the spirit goes on..!! You can do it, you can't wait to see your Mother and Father, right?

Allohumma Sholli 'ala Muhammad wa 'ala ali Sayyidina Muhammad ...

Allohumma Sholli 'ala Muhammad wa 'ala ali Sayyidina Muhammad ...

Allohumma Sholli 'ala Muhammad wa 'ala ali Sayyidina Muhammad ..."

Mother continued to recite sholawat while continuing to wipe her two future grandchildren who seemed to still look for the road.

"That's a long time ago..!!!" said Father.

And again this taste, Akhh ...

ALLOH ...

ALLOH ...

ALLAHU RABBI LAA USYRIKU BIHI SYAI`

I keep saying my thoughts to Robbku.

"Smart, patient darling!! Ask Allah to be facilitated and given a painless delivery Dear," whispered Mother while sweeping my stomach.

"Without pain??"

"Yes, nothing is impossible if God wills. Back when Dimas, mom always prayed like that. Thank God the opening of Dimas is fast, when heartburn is very pronounced, the mother is asked to push, shortly Dimas was born. All the pain disappeared. And don't forget to take a breath and throw it away when the heartburn comes. Patience Dear, In Syaa Alloh all your pain will be recorded goodness and be a bully of your sins Nak." said mother still continues to rub my stomach.

I nodded too.

"You don't have a short hijab?"

"There's in Mom's bag,"

"Smart, change it up." And mom helped take off my hijab and replaced it. "To not be complicated during labor later." I said for a moment, "Yes ma'am."

"Gr ..."

ALLOH ...

ALLOH ...

ALLAHU RABBI LAA USYRIKU BIHI SYAI`

Pull nafasss... hold for a while, throw it by mouth, Haaa ....

"Smart, keep doing it like that. That'll help your baby find his way, too."

The door is open at this time.

"Dad, your mother has arrived?" said Mas Dimas while walking in to approach my father and salute him.

"Alhamdulillah because it is still morning so it is not jammed," said the father while patting his son's shoulder.

Dimas approached my mother afterwards. He kissed his mother's hand and landed a kiss on her forehead. "You healthy, son?" and mas dimas looks to nod.

"Honey, how, more heartburn?"

I nodded too.

Mas Dimas is sitting in front of me right now, tucking and caressing my stomach, "Beautiful and handsome Dad, soon we will meet. You have to stay up and try. I'm waiting for you," said Dimas.

Mas Dimas stood up afterwards, wrapped his hands around my neck, held my head for a moment to his chest and kissed my forehead later.

"Purchase some biscuits, let's take a bribe, open your mouth, honey..!!!" said Mas Dimas who was currently sitting by my side.

"Later Mas, heartburn. Ahhh .. "I hold the arm of the mas dimas while I continue to recite my dhikr.

"Dad mom had breakfast?"

"Yet, buy some food Well..!!! Hungry mom. Dimas must not have eaten, Lyra too."

"OK ready. Mommy wants what? The dimas? Lyra??"

"Dimas also rice paddocks Yah. You ate it, baby.!!!"

"I'll be with you later," I said.

"Okay, Dad's leaving."

"Don't forget Yahh!!!!" I shouted to see that Dad had opened the exit, and I nodded.

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5 Hours passed ...

"Ahhh Ma'am, Lyra can't stand it, it hurts so much. Mass ..."

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Mas Dimas immediately pressed the call button on the bed for Dr. Catrina.

"Hows it? is heartburn more and more often, Mom?" said the doctor who immediately entered our room and I nodded.

"The others can come out for a moment, Dad can be inside, I'll check Mom's opening ...."

And Ahhh, again it was a strange pain when the doctor examined the opening in my birth canal.

"OK good, the opening was quick. Opening 8 at present. The baby seems very smart looking for the path that Dad shows," said the doctor, smiling at us. And mas Dimas looked embarrassed.

"We're going to the delivery room right now, please help Dad sit in a wheelchair.

And I think that when Dimas followed the doctor, he took me to a room with a bed and various equipment there.

"It hurts Doc ... Mass,"

"Please Mom, just a little more pain. And your baby will be in your arms. Okay!!!"

Mas Dimas continued to kiss my forehead with the position of my body that had climbed into the delivery bed with legs that had been opened slowly by the nurse.

"Dear Miss Lyra, Lyra can do it..!!!!" I nodded too.

Kulafadzkan dzikirku back to ask Robbku for help.

A few moments later ...

"Baguss, already in opening 10."

And the pain of drowning with a short rest prone I think now. Very heartburn, as will BAB, feels there is a strong urge from within and a very overwhelming taste.. "Dok, heartburn once ..."

The doctor checked me back and I don't know what to do, until it was like there was seepage in the blanket that became my base. And after the pain is more and more strongly felt, "OK set Mom's breath long pull and throw out of the mouth .. pull again, throw slowly .. do it continue. when the baby starts to invite out, Mom can push but do not lift boko*ng so that there is no tear, understand!!!" I nodded too. And the doctor seemed to rub my stomach, encouraging stimulation to my struggling baby there.

Mas Dimas continued to recite dhikr on the side of my face while rubbing my head. "Dear Ms Lyra, very dear, Spirit!!!" interspersed also the expression of his taste to try to encourage me.

"Dok, my baby seems to be asking out, Mulas Dokk ... "

Mas dimas tightened the grip of my right hand, while my left hand held the iron on the side of the bed.

"OK, Push Mom ...

Good ... Keep going..!!!

The boost is strengthened again..!!

Okay Good Mom ...

And ...."

ALLOHU AKBAR.

Oek .. oek .. oekk ...

I heard my first baby's cry right now, unstoppable tears on my face as well as on the face of the mas Dimas who kept showering me with his kisses ...

"The baby is a handsome boy like Dad," said the doctor, a nurse immediately cleaned the baby and gave Mas Dimas to adzani, the chanting of Adhan sounded soft and slashing my heart which was whispered in the ears of our baby boy beside me.

Okay unbutton Mom's shirt to do IMD (Initiation Breastfeeding Early), please help remove Mom's bra yes Dad. Mas Dimas seemed to have been deft with this and appeared 2 signs made last night that made nurses and doctors smile. And Ohh, shamefully me and Mas Dimas, somehow hide this shame..

A nurse put a baby on my chest. "Let the baby find your own milk bag, while we wait for the invitation from your second baby. If the heartburn is felt immediately say yes Mom," said the doctor who was seen washing his hands.

"Mass ..."

"Yeah .." - I watered down Dimas' reply as he stroked the tiny, delicate body that was trying to crawl slowly across my chest with a mouth that was looking for "funny," said Dimas.

"Ali ..." I looked up and made Dimas smile.

"Lyra was great ..." mas Dimas immediately kissed my lips briefly.

"Mass, was your sign last night very clear?" and Dimas nodded I replied with a pursed lip.

"Dad Mother who is naughty," whispered mas Dimas greeted our smiles together. The caresses of my hands seemed to be rubbing my head at this moment.

"Let's take a little more Dirga, that's follow the father's sign," said Dimas while continuing to smile on his face. And when baby Dirga reached the top of my milk pouch. "God ....

"What's the matter, honey?"

"Call Doctor Mas, it looks like Diyara started taking her out ...."

"Dokk ... Doctor ....

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Note: Early Breastfeeding Initiation (IMD) is the process of a baby breastfeeding immediately after birth. The baby is left looking for pu*ting of the mother's own milk and is not thrust directly into the puti*ng of the mother's milk. This is very helpful in the continuity of the provision of exclusive ASI.

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