Love Me Please, Uncle Camat
struggles
Bismillah happy reading all 😘
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My stomach is getting bigger, sometimes I'm horrified to see it myself. Like a balloon that continues to be blown for a long time will break. Stay needled.
" Greupp !!"
My body just felt heavier, not to mention this one hobby hugging me from behind and just stuck, like a baby gorilla.
"Bang, engap !" my nag.
"Dek, if the baby moves continuously, he said he wanted to be treated by his ashes !!" said om Za. I turned my head before long pushing the soft jidat om Za that stuck to my cheek.
"You need to do it !!" I answered and let go of his embrace, my path slowed down a little because my steps were getting difficult. Auto lose if again race run or chased.
The plan today om Za will accompany me shopping for baby equipment, 2 days ago I left for Medan, it was deliberately wanted to spend the weekend here, besides wanting to check the cafe as well. Om Za was ready with her casual clothes.My face was pouting, my face was pouting,
"A pregnant mother can't bend her face !" lirih om Za, it's clear my face is bent sour, rich blisters change, change money, seeing this om om looks hot with casual clothes while I dress long balloons and hijab demgan belly bloated like a clown birthday.
"Don't be handsome handsome dong, the time is reckoned ntar again nganter neighbor's wife !!" my sarcasm. Pregnancy hormones are still lodged in my feelings, so anything always brings feelings aka baper.
"Oh my God, the neighbor's wife? yes, my brother's wife !" the answer.
"Later at the mall, you can't get left right !!" I said as I got into the car with one hand on my stomach.
"Yes !!" the answer.
It is difficult to have a chatty wife bin Bawel, for the health of his soul and body, om Za prefers to give up, giving up does not mean losing, but giving up means tranquility and peace.
It is common, not only men, women's eyes can also be jelalatan and basket, do not know fruit basket or basket parcel. What is clear can not see there is a clear dikit rich mountain water must be pacified and not loose.
Za and I walked into the baby clothes store, picked this and that. Because it is so fun to choose funny items, I do not feel my legs feel tired and sore.
"Well seal?" ask him, I nodded.
Actually I don't want to linger here for long and let my handsome man's face become consumption together for just a second.
"Wait here, brother out for a second !" answer left me.
From behind came the voice of praise from the employees of the store "uhhhh want also dong be warned !!" say them.
"So if I become his affair or be combined !!" answer one.
"Loe is willing to be combined, I am also loe poisonin !!" my mind raved waving the war flag.
Om Za brought me a bottle of mineral water and opened it, thrusting it at me. His outstretched hand wiped the sweat that was stuck on my forehead.
"Is there anything to buy?" ask her.
"That's bang" I answered.
"Adek wait here, let brother pay," he brought the groceries to the cashier and paid for them.
All the groceries were taken to the car park, with two store employees helping him.
"Thank you !!" by giving money tips, om Za closed the trunk of the car.
"Thank you very much sir,,"
"After this we see the cafe," said om Za.
"Okay sir!!" my answer.
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"Today so watch?" I asked, tilting my head to see my beloved man who was struggling with his laptop since morning.
"It's still daytime deck, "
"Indeed, must watch malem continue?" my many.
As much as possible om Za wants to grant my request, according to the doctor if the mother feels happy and happy, it will make the delivery easy. Om Za knows the risks of giving birth at a young age like me.
This month is already in the month, maybe I will give birth here, to facilitate access to where. Umi and abi soon followed here.
"Yes, change your clothes, brother is done."
"Abang nurutin Salwa will, rich Salwa already want to die !" my spoken.
"Astagfirullah deck, what the hell are you talking about ??!" angry response.
"Yes no longer have to watch, just stay at home !!" the answer is rich in the use of cola cola.
"Ihh yes !! don't be mad, I mean Salwa is weird !" soon I will correct my words.
Once again watching alone with om Za in the cinema, before a little angel was present and made it difficult for us to date again.
Actually from this morning my stomach is troubled, it hurts, but I can still hold it. Maybe I thought it was just a cold, the disease of most Indonesians.
My footsteps became increasingly uncomfortable as I entered the mall.
"Daddy, why?" ask Za to see me worried.
"Sick bang, "my great-grandson.
"Isn't it still a week away?" asked the same confused Za, he cupped me and told me to sit in a chair available in the cinema waiting room.
I held my stomach, the longer it hurt. Sweat as big as corn seeds comes out of the pore pore.
"Bang, we don't have to watch ! salwa's stomach is mules !" ringisku's. Like in the twisting and in the stirring part of my lower abdomen. Om Za who had bought a ticket, approached and wiped my sweat.
"We'd better go to the hospital now," Om Za carried me bridal style, immediately became the attention of all the mall visitors here, how sweet this one guy, and how embarrassed I was.
"Bang Salwa is ashamed, awsshhh !!" I was embarrassed in the midst of my pain.
"Hold on baby, God willing the Hospital is not far !!" said om Za.
My hand squeezed t-shirt om Za endured the pain, om Za carried me all the way to the parking lot. Then he reached into his phone and made a call. He had om Ramli follow us to the hospital with a bag of equipment that had been prepared for a long time.
My body is weak, this is how the struggle of a mother giving birth to her child, when I miss my mother in Jakarta, also miss the umi at home.
"Please, soon until, baby hold for a while, son, "his hand outstretched rubbing my stomach, with the other side holding the steering wheel.
The car was parked in the hospital, om Za brought me inside, om Za had made an appointment with the obstetrician who handled me.
"ill? where's that sick deck?" her question, although calm but so looks a look of panic and worry on her face.
" Distribute your pain to the brother of the deck" he said, holding my hand firmly.
"Adek wants what the deck is, tell my brother," he replied, peeping at my forehead many times.
The doctor came and went back to check on me, he asked the nurse to take me to the delivery room.
"Sir, it's time. Everything is ready, the opening is perfect !" the doctor said to Za.
Om Za followed, for a second he never left me, as he promised.
"Mommy, if I say new push push yes !" the doctor's plea said softly, making me feel comfortable, but not with this pain. I gather strength by drawing and breathing out.
"Push !!" he said, the first impulse failed, I shook my head, not as easy as it seemed, let alone with the pain as it would take a life. Until my strength is quite drained. Highlight the lights as bright as this also feels dim in my eyes.
"Sick bang, Salwa ain't strong !!" I shook my head with tears and sweat flooding my body.
"So it must be strong, come on, baby. The baby must be strong."
Om Za also sweated, fingers embedded with wedding rings, never loose to hold my finger. The second impulse failed, my breath was almost gone.
"Come mom, strong mom, what do you feel?? does it feel crowded?" ask the doctor, I nodded. Sister put an oxygen hose in my nose.
The doctor instructed Za to help me push from behind. Om Za raised my upper badsn a little, now his position is like om Za who is hugging me from behind.
"Ready mom, push !!" pinta doctor.
"Let's go, baby, I can do it. For brother's sake, for baby's sake. Don't you want to see if the baby is born soon??" said om Za.
"Look deck, push baby !!" her door.
An excruciating pain was felt as the tiny head started to pop out.
"Bang, Salwa will give it up. Salwa is strong !!" muttered.
"Come on deck, brother please !!" his eyes began to water, only this time did I see this man crying.
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Hay guys, sorry a thousand sorry to make a long wait, mimin finished the vaccine so a little unwell. God willing we continue yes, 😊😊
