Don't Take My Son

The Struggle of a Mother

"Mother check in first yes Neng, sorry this was opened first well, do not be embarrassed, her legs were opened bageur.nah gini, Neng was relaxed, calm, I check now well.....Breathe in Neng.....Bismillah..." Atikah midwife did a careful internal examination, Kharisa was seen grimacing in pain, he did not expect the process of giving birth through a process like this. Previously, Midwife Atikah did anamnesa, asked her history of complaints of mules since when and other signs of labor also did vital signs, her blood pressure was normal, her fetal heart rate was good, and her baby's heart rate was good, allows for a normal delivery at his clinic. For her own pregnancy history, Midwife Atikah has memorized because Kharisa had checked the pregnancy at the Atikah Midwife clinic several times.

"There's been an opening, it's been a good opening five, hopefully no more than nine o'clock in the evening the baby's born bageur." It's now four in the afternoon, so it's an estimated 4-5 hours away from the newborn. Estimates of Midwives Atikah is usually rarely missed, because it is already experienced, in addition to famous senior midwives he is also famous for being friendly and patient midwives, and patient, until almost pregnant women in his village want to be helped give birth by Midwife Atikah, even from outside the village many who come to his clinic.

"Still a long time, Miss Midwife?" Kharisa turned to his mother who was beside him, mama just smiled, feeling what Kharisa was worried about while stroking the tip of his daughter's head. Imagining having to feel pain until a few more hours to make Kharisa's body feel weak, it feels his energy is exhausted because of enduring the pain due to his stomach contractions.

"Hopefully sooner than expected well Neng geulis." replied Midwife Atikah calming. "If it is still strong, you can walk first, but here the streets, have not been eaten yet?"

"It was noon, ma'am." Kharisa can still answer, his stomach is not painful.

"Eat the afternoon, right? I'm ready to eat first well, later eaten, so there's energy for later." After tidying up the examination equipment and washing hands, Midwife Atikah left her action room.

Seeing Midwife Atikah come out, Bi Nani and Faisal went inside the room, fortunately there were no other patients in the action room, there was only one patient in the observation room who only a few hours ago gave birth and one patient in the inpatient room. Kharisa came down from the blankar action, according to the advice of Midwife Atikah he wanted to take a walk so that the delivery process could be faster, but just his feet stepped on the floor contraction his stomach came back, coming back, and his stomach, he held the blankar grip firmly with his body bent to endure the pain.

"Sshhhhh." With Kharisa's grimacing face enduring the pain, beads of sweat started to show on his forehead, this time his contract was longer than before. Mama faithfully accompanied Kharisa while stroking her daughter's waist, Bi Nani wiped the sweat with a tissue, while Faisal stood by the door, it was unbearable that he saw Kharisa in pain, perhaps because she was close to Kharisa even always accompanied him during her pregnancy, she also felt the pain that Kharisa felt, but he could not do anything, he said, only a thread of prayer continued to be spoken in his heart praying that Kharisa was given smoothness during childbirth.

"Yes Allah.sakiiit....A Isal.it hurts so much, forgive me God." Kharisa began to feel the contractions again, the faster the distance of the next contraction and the longer Kharisa felt the pain. Faisal was beside Kharisa who was sitting on the blankar, Kharisa's hand gripped the safety iron blankar on his left right. Mama and Bi Nani were praying Maghrib, Faisal was the first to pray.

"He is patient, Neng, while being careful, God willing his pain will be a sinner. Astaghfirullah...." That was all Faisal could do. He wanted to ease Kharisa's pain by hugging him, giving him strength, rubbing his waist, but he couldn't do it, he wasn't his mahram.

"Drink first well, A forgotten Isal, I brought honey water earlier." Faisal offered to drink when his contract was gone, Kharisa looked exhausted, surely he was thirsty too. He took a small thermos filled with honey water prepared by his mother in his sling bag.

"Let's drink first, it's still warm, let's taste good in the stomach, let's add energy too." Honey is proven as an energy booster because almost eighty percent contains pure sugar as a source of calories, besides it contains protein, vitamins and minerals so good for maintaining stamina and health. Kharisa drank it, more than half of it was gone because he felt thirsty.

Before Maghrib Midwife Atikah had done the examination in again, thank God it had opened seven, it seems that the estimate of Midwife Atikah really did not miss, even the possibility could be faster.

"Aaccchhh..mules again, Madam Midwife...aaahhh sakiiettt, what is this to be born.... sakiiit ... huuuu...." Shouted Kharisa, followed by a cry.

"Sabar Neng..iya must be sick well, while dhikr aja Neng." Whether there was the courage from which Faisal stroked Kharisa's hair that looked disheveled, he was not strong to see Kharisa in pain, even he felt his stomach mules, and his sister felt weak.

"Half hour later mom check in again bageur.sok now mah if long breath pain..remove...do not scream, later cape." Atikah's midwife accompanied Kharisa while massaging Kharisa's waist. Kharisa also followed the direction of Midwife Atikah with an expression of pain.

"Faisal also used to be fit for birth assisted by Mother, at that time the mother who came to Faisal's house, because it had no place to practice. You're very fast the process, Mother comes you directly out, because you're the fourth son of Sal so fast the process." Said Midwife Atikah while rubbing Kharisa's back, it seems his contract began to disappear again.

"Yes Mother also likes the story, if Isal is the fastest born, mules for a while. Isal said he could not wait to see the world...." Kekeh Faisal's.

"So Neng Kharis mulesnya long because pregnant first child yes Bu Midwife?" ask Faisal.

"Yes the process of delivery of the first child from the opening of one to ten is usually 10-14 hours, of course, the pain becomes longer."

"Aahhhh.....O Allah sakiiit....." Again Kharisa felt the contraction, the frequency more often with a distance of ten minutes.

"Sok inhale Neng...pull......" Atikah's midwife guides Kharisa to reduce his pain.

"Mah..this hurts so much...ssh......Mah I am not strong..sakiiit...." Kharisa holds her Mama's hand, Mama embraces her.

"Prophey dear..hold well, Kharis must be strong."

"I'm sorry Kharis Mah......Kharis was wrong with Mama, .... many sins.." he said stingy because of holding back pain as well, his cheeks were wet.

"Mama has forgiven darling.you must be strong Nak" Mama also joined in tears, it was tight to watch her beloved daughter struggle to give birth to her baby without a husband, she said, but mom tried hard in front of her daughter.

"Papa.sorry Kharis Pah...." Suddenly Kharisa remembered his father, seven months he had not met his father, somehow the state of his father after being disappointed, whether still angry or even hate him. "Papa.sorry Kharis.aku kangen Pah.....Papa's......" Kharisa's cry in the midst of her pain, made Mama sob, so Bi Nani could not hold back her tears.

"Sir, I check again well.hopefully it's complete." Atikah's midwife did another deep inspection when her contract was lost. "A little more Neng, it has opened nine, soon Neng, if you mules again do not ngeden ya Neng, wait for Mother's orders."

"Mules again.mau pup...ahhhhh, Mah not strong want pup...aaachhhh....." Kharisa seems to be starting to push.

"Don't use Neng, follow Mom's orders." Midwives Atikah already understand, heartburn will give birth to the same rich mules want BAB, but if the opening is not complete the desire to put aside must be held first, it can risk a rupture of the perineum or tear of the birth canal.

"We set the position first, Neng, his legs are bent, later if you hold his ankles, Neng. Faisal consciously moved away from Kharisa, he knew that Kharisa would soon undergo the process of giving birth to his baby.

"Where is Isal going?" kharisa asked when he saw Faisal wanted to leave the room as if he did not want to be left by Faisal.

"A Isal is waiting outside ya Neng."

"Do not go far...aahh...sshhh....." Kharisa grimaced in pain.

"Yes A Isal is out here" he said, not having the heart to see Kharisa in pain.

" No strong ma'am.... Mama.....O Allah forgive me....Mama I'm not strong, Mah. Tipped Rakha if I'm not strong." Kharisa felt a tremendous pain, what like this pain of giving birth, or this because he was close to his death, what is this pain because the angel ijroil came to take his life, that comes to his mind. O Allah, forgive all sins of the servant. If my age is only here, O Allah, the servant of Ridho, but save the son of the servant of Allah.Protect him, love him O Allah.

"Darling, don't talk like that..." Mama couldn't help but cry to see the state of her daughter, anyone who saw Kharisa at that time if you knew what she was like would not be able to bear to shed tears, poor girl, because his mistake had to bear the consequences alone.

"Geulis.this head is visible, let's start to hold his ankles, if there are more mules now can push ya bageur, while lifting his head look to the stomach, do not squash his eyes." Atikah's heresy began to guide labor, equipment was near him, he began to break the amniotic which is still intact, now there is also an assistant who used to help him, he began to break the amniotic is still intact, a middle-aged woman known as a raji in the village was made his assistant, of course by being trained first.

Atikah midwife began to lead the labor when Kharisa felt a great contraction, several times the strain is still not strong to push the fetus out of the birth canal, patiently and calmly Midwife Atikah continues to guide Kharisa, his assistant stroked Kharisa's stomach which looked tense while chanting prayers.

"Let's go bageur..again, take a deep breath of strong thrust, this is the head is going to come out....." And......

"Oeeee...ooeeee......" The sound of a loud baby cry makes anyone who hears it can breathe with relief and say "Alhamdulillah."

seriate........