I Love You Dr. Chicanery

Cervical cerclages

"Hmmmiiiiii!!!!! !!!!" hysterical scream.

I trembling and carefully tried to sit on the asphalt of the street in front of the house. I dare not stand anything else to walk.

"Snake ....!!! Ummiiik, please Kingdom, Ummik! Sir! Please, Sir! Call my mother, inside. Please, Sir!"

I begged the driver. Maybe Ummik did not hear it because Ummik was behind.

"I-yes, Mom. Tu-wait I call!"

The driver got out of the car and ran inside. Grimacing, I pulled the phone out of the bag. Find Mahfudz's contact and call him.

Pueo .... Tuuut .....

"Call, Ray. You're done with the meeting?" Mahfudz's voice was heard picking up the phone from across the street.

"Darling, Fud .... I'm at home. Get out of blood, Fud. I .... I'm scared, Fud. I was afraid something might happen to the baby. Huuuu ..." I now cry roaring.

"Dear, 'Why? Yeah, God.... Ok, Ok. Right now, I'm going home soon. You go nowhere. You can't do anything" he said in a panic.

"I-yes."

Then the phone was cut off. While Mr. Driver seems to have just managed to talk to Ummik. I saw him pointing towards me outside.

Ummik who realized I was experiencing something immediately rushed out and met me.

"O Allah, Raya ..." cried Ummik who saw me sitting just on the road. "What's going on, son? What's going on, sir?"

"Anu, Mum. I don't know. This mother just ordered my car from Siaga Medika hospital. Uh, just want to go down already" said the driver explained.

"Subhanallah, let's stand up, son! Help me get inside."

I'm shaking.

"No, Mik. Fear of standing up. Just wait, Mahfudz."

"But he's still in the hospital, son. Um, papah, huh. Assisted by the driver, huh? Sir, please help me get my son inside, will you?" Ask the driver for help.

"Yes, Mom."

"No. No need, Mik. Wait for Mahfudz, Mik. He is already on his way here" I said as I shook my head.

I'm really shocked and scared to do what I am doing right now. I'm afraid that if I stand up and walk I might not be bleeding. I'm afraid my fetus will miscarry.

Unable to persuade me, Ummik finally let me sit on the street. Without asking Ummik to clean up the seat of my used blood car that stuck there and gave some money to the driver.

"Sir, I'm sorry if I can only clean your car seat. Please you accept a little money from me for the cost of cleaning your car to the doorsmeer," said Ummik while handing over several pieces of money nominal one hundred thousand.

"No, Mom. It's cleaned up a little more. Take the money again, Mom. I can't take it. My car is dirty not because it is intentional. Besides pity mom's son, what else was taken to the hospital, ma'am?" ask the driver to be concerned.

Ummik.

"It's okay, sir. Her husband is also on his way here. We will bring it ourselves. And this is welcome, sir!"

Because he could no longer argue with Ummik and could not refuse the gift of Ummik, the driver finally accepted it too and left.

Not long after, Mahfudz came by driving my car which he had deliberately brought earlier to take me to the hospital. He immediately rushed out and approached me.

"Oh Allah, Raya ...."

Without thinking any longer, Mahfudz immediately carried me into the house.

"Oh my God, what happened, Raya?" said panic.

Opening the door to the room, Mahfudz immediately led me in his carry towards the bathroom. With a heart, he sat me down in the toilet seat. Opening my skirt and helping to clean me.

"It looks like it's just bleeding, baby," she said in a relieved tone as she hugged me.

I nodded nervously.

"We clean this up first, then we go to dr. Gayatri to check."

And Mahfudz deftly helped me clean all the blood from my body, carried me from the bathroom back in the basket. Looking for all the clothes and even helping me find a sanitary pad. When he did all that, I felt so loved. He didn't even react to anything when I told him what happened during the meeting with Waridi.

After cleaning my whole body and helping me get dressed, Mahfudz took me back to the car to be taken to the hospital. Together with Ummik, the three of us headed to the hospital.

"You're right, I think I really need a wheelchair" I said.

Mahfudz who was focused on driving the car glanced at me with a heavy smile. He must be very worried about my situation. At least he's not angry at all my stubbornness.

"I'll find him" he said.

I nodded slowly. While Ummik who was behind tried to hold back his frustration at me.

"Eatya be a obedient wife," Ummik nagged.

I smiled wryly. It was my fault.

"I'm sorry Raya, Mik," I said.

"I'm sorry about Mahfudzlah, how about Ummik?" answer Ummik ketus.

"I'm sorry, baby." I said to Mahfudz sincerely.

Mahfudz took his left hand off the steering wheel and stroked my arm for a while and then focused on driving again.

Arriving at Siaga Medika hospital, Mahfudz went down and opened the door again for me.

"Not to be carried," my whine. "I'm ashamed. A wheelchair loan with Agus."

"Don't defy, deh," her scolding disregarding my whining.

Then without a care Mahfudz then carried me to the obgyn department. And you can imagine the view of everyone was directly on us. I covered my face with her embarrassment.

Dr. Gayatri immediately let us in and put me forward compared to the other queue patients as soon as I saw my situation. After doing the examination do the USG and hear the cause of the musabab why I had bleeding dr. Gayatri was clucking at me.

"You are a wayward, yes. This is what I worry about if you are pregnant when your uterus is weak. You can't afford to have children until you can't wait until next year. Oh my God, Raya. Lucky today your fetus again can still be saved. It feels like for a long time I could die if I get this stupid patient like you!" scold him with a regrettable tone.

"Please, doctor. Do not say hello to me again, Ummik has been nagging from earlier. I'm satisfied I heard it," I said no less upset.

Dr. Gayatri doesn't care about my answer.

"I'll give you progesterone to try to strengthen your womb. Frankly, Ray, I'm sorry, I'm a little pessimistic that you can continue this pregnancy" she said.

"Doctor!" my protest with a half-snaps

"I say that, so that you are strong Kingdom over the possibility of anything that can happen. In addition to the help of the hormone progesterone, this is actually back to you. Try to bedrest, and if it is inevitable you have to work, you have to do your activities with the help of a wheelchair. You can't walk back and forth as you want. And mind management of course. Things that make you stressed just ignore it," said dr. Gayatri at length. "Dan .... If your content lasts up to 12 weeks we will do a cervical cerclage for you. Maybe this way can make your content a little safer than other methods."

I nodded. It seems like a good idea.

Cervical cerclage or uterine mouth tie is a procedure done to prevent miscarriage or premature birth of the baby. In this procedure, the cervix, which is the very bottom of the uterus and extends to *****, will be stitched until it closes some time before delivery. The cervical cerclage action is done when there is an inability to the cervix. If there is a disorder in the cervix of a pregnant woman, the doctor will diagnose a tendency for recurrent miscarriage or recurrent premature birth. Especially at about 20 weeks gestation. To prevent this, cerclage can be done on the cervix, so that it remains closed.

The cervical cerclage procedure is done if the woman's cervix is at risk of opening when pressure occurs due to pregnancy. The weakness of the cervix may be caused by pregnant women having a miscarriage in the second trimester or a cone biospy procedure.

"Although there are possible risks, but it seems that only this way can be done to save your pregnancy, Raya" said dr. Gayathri.

I took a breath. I know this procedure still has many risks such as premature contractions, cervical dystocia (the inability of the cervix to dilate normally during labor), rupture of the membranes, cervical infection, and so on, cervical lacerations if labor occurs before the cerclage is removed, as well as the presence of associated risks of anesthesia such as nausea and vomiting. It seems true, said Dr. This Gayatri is a little safe if later I am forced to work again at RSIA Satya Medika.

"Anything I'll do, doctor. I want to do cerclage," I replied sure.

"Alright, then three more weeks wait for your pregnancy to even 12 weeks or later we do cervical cerclage to you."

said dr. Gayathri. "How's Mahfudz? You agree?"

Mahfudz who had been busy fiddling at his cellphone was a little surprised to hear the question dr. Gayathri.

"Where? Do you agree Raya did cerclage on her cervix?" ask dr. Gayatri repeated her question.

Mahfudz nodded but his eyes were still slightly glued to his phone. He was unfocused, what was he thinking?

"Yes, yeah! Of course, just do your best, Doctor." she replied quickly and now she looked at me. "Honey, I'm out for a second, yeah. I need to call my resident first. I was just saying a minute."

I'm nodding. But I suspect Mahfudz is hiding something from me. His expression was somewhat different than usual.

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Once outside, which was thought to be impossible for Raya to listen to him call, Mahfudz began looking for one of the contacts on his phone. After finding him, he contacted him.

"Yes, Mahfudz?"

"Bang, okay, please. I concur. I want it********** it's over to the roots. Oh, my God, he's bothering my wife again. You're right, he seems to be obsessed with my wife. If until this time my son until why again I myself will come kill the bastard to his house."

"Patience, patience, Fud! You can't be rash!"

"It's been beyond my patience, Bang. Too much of him to disturb my life and my family. Patience has its limits, right?"

"Yes, right."

"How's the investigation brother? Did you get any accurate information about that person?"

"Hmmm, not yet Mahfudz. But I promise you soon. Anyway I have to find him first. It's not easy. I don't know where Waridi is hiding, and the victims I'm not sure it's just Ayuni."

"Just please Bang, make sure all the evidence to bring down Waridi is collected before the date arrives. It was the perfect time to overthrow him to the bottom of hell!"

"I try, Mahfudz. I also did not forget dr. To my wife. Although in the end, I was useless back then but he didn't demand the money at all for me to return. Your wife's a good man. Please take care of him, Mahfudz."

Mahfudz smiled at the compliment. His wife was that just a wayward towards him? The proof to everyone he is always good and gets praise everywhere Ck.ck.... My bad wife is as good as anyone, thought Mahfudz amused.

"Yes, Bang. He's got to be on my guard, but by the way, Bang. Brother's not working with Waridi anymore. Does your brother still have access to investigate his movements?"

Akbar on the phone sighed. Gogo who he hoped could help him was not willing at all. He's like a sycophant. After he quit his position as Waridi's confidant, Gogolah succeeded him. Gogo who is thought to be good turns out to also have greed. He is like a dog loyal to his master. Akbar could not expect his help anymore.

"Hm .... You don't worry about that. I can handle it. But by the way, Mahfudz, I heard that your twin brother is now working in the Mayor's office, guess can I collaborate with him?" tanya Akbar arrived.

Mahfudz.

"Fuad? I don't know. Later I will try to find out." he replied lazily.

"He'll be the eagle eye who can keep an eye on Waridi in the Mayor's office."

"Hmmm .... By the way. We will continue this conversation next time. Immediately call me. And I'm asking for help, Raya doesn't need to know about this. She's pregnant. His health condition is vulnerable to decline and the risk of miscarriage. I don't want to stress him out with our crazy plans."

"Don't worry about that. Anyway, I'm not communicating with him."

"Yes, Bang I was afraid that she might look for me. Assalamualaikum, Bang."

"Yet."