Giving Birth at the Home of In-Law

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#Birth_in_Home_Life

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Marisa is now five months old, she is already good at responding when spoken to. His feet would actively kick with his mouth chattering, occasionally sounding like people screaming as he was enthusiastic about something.

Marisa's growth is relatively fast, especially in terms of motor. From the age of three months she was able to lie on her own and when other children learned to sit at the age of seven months, Marisa at the age of five months was able to sit upright. But, I always held her back with a pillow, afraid that she would suddenly lose her balance.

"Where's mom from?" I greeted Mother who had just arrived after disappearing for a while.

Mother did not answer my question and walked into the kitchen with a large pouch in her hand.

I was still playing with Marisa, she was laughing as I covered my face with both hands, and opened it suddenly, playing cilukba.

"Come, take a walk," Mother asked Marisa. In Mom's hand was a small plastic bowl complete with a spoon on it.

"That's what, Mom?"

"Baby bury, your son bites a toy, hungry him," Mother said.

I'm aghast. "Marisa can't eat that much, ma'am. Not six months. So said Madam Midwife."

"Don't all midwives say, Ning. Marisa already wants to eat, pity her, if drinking breast milk is not full. Your husband Rafi, I already gave you a banana at three months old. In fact, just so far."

I'm dilemma. Mother is difficult to argue, can run errant affairs if not obedient to Mother's orders. But, as far as I know, babies are not allowed to be given food other than ASI before the age of six months, the sense is not ready.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the worst, for Marisa's sake.

"Now it's a different time, Mom. Ning is afraid that Marisa's digestion has not been strong for eating so heavy, wait next month huh?"

Mother kept the bowl in her hand violently, causing a loud noise when the bowl touched the glass table.

"As far as you! That is your son! Take care of yourself, if you need to take Marisa away from here!" sentak Mom. He turned around, walked into the room and closed the door violently.

My eyes are heating up, there's a little bit of pain in my heart. Marisa was crying loudly because she heard a loud voice that frightened her.

"Darling, it's okay, son. Here, you're a fat lady." I grabbed Marisa and took her to the room. The crying subsided when I gave ASI.

I heard Mom's footsteps leaving the house. I'm sorry I fought with Mom. But, Marisa is my son, I have to protect her from anything that harms her. Let alone Mother, even a tiger, ready for me to face.

My friend at work at the minimarket used to be called Marfuah. She was forced to give formula because she had to leave her baby while working and was cared for by Marfuah's parents at home.

At the age of four months, Marfuah babies must be operated because the intestine is blocked due to formula milk solution that is too thick. I cried hearing Marfuah's story at the time, unable to imagine the condition of the four-month-old baby on the operating table. From then on, I promised myself to be careful if I ever had children.

Baby Marfuah Alhamdulillah can survive and live healthy until now. Unimaginable grief parents reported on TV the other day when their two-month-old son died after being given a banana. Naudzubillah ....

It turns out that my anger continues. Even coming home from the stall, I didn't say hello to Marisa, let alone me.

Bang Rafi who just came home can catch the anger of Mom.

"Mom why the hell?" bang Rafi asked while hanging a new jacket in Dikaya.

I told Bang Rafi the story this morning.

"Why not follow it, Marisa's a big one?"

"What a thing does not understand." I picked up the phone and typed something in the google search field and handed it to Bang Rafi. "See, read!"

Bang Rafi started to trace every word on the phone while nodding her head in a sign of understanding.

"Yes, I'll talk to Mom. Origin ...." Bang Rafi hung up her sentence while looking at me humorously.

"What?"

"Nih, pegel ...," said Bang Rafi, tapping her cheek.

Cups,

I held onto Bang Rafi's shoulder and kissed her right cheek, then her left cheek to all parts of her face until Marisa's "Ma .. ma .. aaa ...." Bang Rafi and I laughed when they realized that there was a little girl who had been watching us.

For the next two days, I still didn't want to talk to me. Orders of clothes n

a lot of which I cancel because of the difficulty of communication with Mom. Directly contact Susi at the kiosk I dare not if there is no permission from Mother. I'm starting to get uncomfortable with this kind of situation and want to move back in again.

Ever since I learned to sell online, I have had a little bit of savings. Bang Rafi said the money should not be used for my daily needs and Marisa, only be saved for urgent needs because with Bang Rafi's salary, we can not save.

I think the money will be enough to pay the contract for a few months.

I'm still waiting for Mom's next reaction. If one week things don't improve I'll force Bang Rafi to move on from here.

Mom just came home and sat down in the TV room.

"Tumben, don't go straight into the room" I murmured.

I took the water from the refrigerator and placed it in front of Mom while carrying Marisa.

"Ma .. ma .. mah," said Marisa as she convulsed her body trying to escape from the sling.

Mom glanced at us.

"Marisa wants to be carried with Oma?"

Marisa looked at me with crystal-clear eyes with her mouth constantly chattering cheerfully. Mother stood up and immediately grabbed Marisa from my hand, without speaking.

Mother kissed Marisa and the one who was kissed grew more and more cheerfully laughing.

"Granddaughter of Oma ..," she said as she walked past me and took Marisa to her room. I looked at the two women of that generation and smiled with relief. Marisa is the most powerful weapon against Mom.

I guess all the problems are over after that. But, Mom still doesn't want to talk to me. Not the anger you showed, but the sadness. Mom seemed to be holding something.

"Mom want Ning to make you a snack?" I asked, when Mom came out of the room with a puffy face.

"No."

"You want coffee?"

"No."

"Oh, yeah ..." I walked away from Mom but turned around again when Mom called.

"Mom wants to talk to you" said Mother. I stepped back and followed her steps towards the chair.

After a while, only silence enveloped us. Mom is still looking, her eyes are far away. Mom occasionally twists both hands on her lap and then takes a rough breath.

"Tell Rafi, her father wants to meet," said Mother then went back to her room and left me with all amazement and big question marks.

"Bang Rafi's father?"