Distance to Heart

Part 1's

Since waking up at work the cramping and pain in my stomach has not subsided. Often times contractions often appear suddenly and it bothers me to move. This time the contractions are more frequent. So that I also feel fear, lest this be a sign that I will soon give birth. I hurried to ask permission to return home half a day from my job as a general practitioner at the village Puskesmas.

I chose to go home early because I would have everything ready until the baby I had was ready to give birth at home. There are already countless pains felt in this stomach of mine. But, with all my might. I'm giving it up to survive. In order, do not let the baby who is still in there will be born in the middle of the road. I calmed myself, as often as I could breathe and I exhaled in order to minimize this pain.

Meanwhile, I also have to concentrate on the trip, in order to ride the motorbike I was riding to arrive at the official house safely and safely. Why should I go home and prepare everything at home, why not all at the Puskesmas. The place I was supposed to deliver this baby there. A creature that's been in my stomach for nine months. 

Nah! Of course it's impossible to give birth to her there, this baby I've been hiding since I found out I was pregnant, no one knows but me. If I am currently pregnant. It's not without reason that I'm hiding this pregnancy. Certainly not in an extreme way. There's no way I could harm myself and the baby that's still in this belly, I'm tormenting. Although I did not expect his presence, where might I have the heart to inhibit the growth and movement of his body by covering using a corset or something. He could have died there and that for me was very SADISTIC.

This baby is indeed my son, the flesh blood that has been residing in my womb since nine months ago and in a few hours I will be born into the world. As her mother, I am now enjoying stage by stage the pain of bringing her into the world. The feeling of more hours, more minutes and even more seconds the pain increases.

I've been holding it up since I opened my eyes.  The struggle to bring new people into the world is not easy. Having to go through a long process, exhausting, sick and even to the point of taking lives, all of it melts into a unity of taste called childbirth.

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I have prepared all the equipment and needs that will be used during this labor process until the baby can be born safely. Don't forget I called a girl named Nurbaiti. The woman I have been working with from far away to help me during childbirth later. Now, the woman is walking towards my house. While waiting for him.

The sensation of heat opening the birth canal to open perfectly is being felt. With the energy that remains. I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. Although when I went there I always hissed with the pain that often hit my stomach. Getting to the bathroom only takes five minutes.

Besides refreshing my body. Bathing deliberately I do, so that contractions in my stomach that are getting minutes and seconds of pain can be muted. So that when Nurbaiti comes, he can quickly help me in this labor process. Although I had to repeatedly grimace in pain because of the heartburn that continued to hit my distended stomach.

After dressing negligently without wearing underwear, there was a knock on the door from outside the house.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Lake in!" yells raucous.

"Sorry Mom my doctor is late, the problem is that I walk, my husband is at work" he said with kempis breath.

I nodded slowly, because indeed I knew the distance of his house with this house was quite far. It took me half an hour to get to this house. Without my orders Nurbaiti immediately went to the kitchen and lit the stove, I don't know what he would cook. Because the sound of the stove button that is turned on can be heard in the room.

After a few minutes, Nurbaiti returned to the room while I just groaned in pain while waiting for the opening to completely open perfectly. My face was already red, bathed in sweat and mixed with tears. Because of the pain that is constantly raining.

For that I changed my position by squatting down while putting my head on the edge of the bed. In order to, this pain subsides a little. Maybe because of pity. Nurbaiti Sonntak took the initiative to wake me up standing in the back and massage my back like what I had taught her. This pain I really enjoy. Nurbaiti grimaced as if he could feel what I was feeling right now. She must have known how her pain was despite Nurbaiti being two years younger than me, but had twice felt the pain of giving birth.

As in most village people who marry young. Nurbaiti told me once. She and her husband married at a young age. At the time, Nurbaiti was sixteen and her husband was nineteen. Within two months of her marriage. Nurbaiti was pregnant.

However, unfortunately, seven months after her pregnancy she had bleeding and the baby had to be born prematurely. Nurbaiti became pregnant for the second time at the age of eighteen. She had to lose her baby even before she was born.

When I heard the story, I planned to give this baby to Nurbaiti and her husband. At first, I thought she and her husband refused with the plan that I expressed because after they were young and there were still many opportunities to get another child. But apparently, my guess was wrong. Both of them welcomed my plan.

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Back to the pain, heat, and pain in my body. Especially my stomach that became the fulcrum of that pain. Take a walk around the room so that the maximum opening of the birth canal is immediately perfect. Countless water both sweat and tears were drenching the area of my face.

Nurbaiti still faithfully accompanied me he massaged my back area as he occasionally went to the kitchen to see something he was cooking. While my mouth was unceasingly inhaling and exhaling while grimacing because of the pain that hit my stomach with the lower area that felt hotter and widened like the time this baby will reach the pelvis and ready towards the birth gate.

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