Love Shielded Risue

contraction

a few weeks later...

About half-time in the morning. Mary felt a slight contraction. He grimaced while holding his stomach that hurt. fortunately Bilal is currently at home, so his heart is calmer.

She shifted her husband's hand that was holding her from behind, then changed the position to make it more comfortable. Bilal who was conscious was immediately awake.

"Yank, why?" he asked, because he realized the wife was like she was holding back pain.

"My stomach hurts– looks like a contraction."

"God..." Bilal moved, changing his seat. Swiping his wife's stomach slowly. "It hurts?"

"Not too– I can still hold."

Bilal came down from his bed only to turn on the lamp after which he sat down next to his wife. Looking at Merr's plain face who was breathing slowly and then throw it through the mouth. For a moment he recalled a few hours ago, they had a chance to have sex making him even more worried.

"What did we do before we went to bed, Yank?"

Merr glanced, then rubbed her husband's face that looked calm but still showed the impression of panic.

"It could be..."

"Oh my God, I'm sorry."

"Why apologize, no papa. The doctor said it was good." Merr again rested her head on the pillow after the sensation of her contract subsided.

"Then A'a get the car ready to go to the hospital now, yeah." The man moved but was immediately restrained by Merr.

"Later A'. I can still nahan. It's just a false contraction. So later if the pain is more frequent," said Maryam who is still in a sitting position leaning with a pillow on the back as a body support. Bilal held the wife's hand strong, his eyes not spared on her.

"But I'm not calm, I'm afraid you really want to give birth now."

"Although yes, the opening break must have been long. I used to wait for Almarhumah Nia for twelve hours. Arshila's time is also long although not as long as the late house.So A'a calm down, I don't want to wait too long for the opening in the hospital."

Bilal understood, he peeked at his wife's forehead for a moment, "istighfar huh, dear?"

"Yes, A'." answered Maryam.

Slowly the panic began to subside, because Maryam again showed a normal expression. She smiled and pulled her husband closer.

"Engine, again..." Whimpering. Where Bilal shifted slowly, grabbed Maryam's head and leaned against her chest. The other hand rubs the cheek, while the other rubs the stomach. He prayed, and kept watch.

At three...

Bilal occasionally clenched his lips tightly to resist the urge to yawn. Against severe sleepiness. Choose to wait for the wife who is closing her eyes occasionally when her contract is subsiding by forcing her eyes to open.

"Shhh... Astagfirullah–" Maryam again grimaced as her pain began to feel.

"Yank–" Bilal rubbed Maryam's stomach.

"Hmm?"

"A'a call Ummi, huh? Mending us to the hospital now."

"Iya–" heid. Bilal moved his wife's head to the pillow and rushed down and out of her room.

While waiting for her husband to call Isti, she grabbed the prayer beads lying on the table and rolled them one by one. Reading the dhikr taught by Habib Bilal.

Before long Ummi went into the room, with his head not covered with hijab.

"Merr, what's it like?" Ummi entered his room in a hurry. The woman looked at him with her eyes.

"The back waist, Mi. Same as the lower stomach."

"either, one o'clock if not one–" he replied origin.

"Why call Ummi?" Isti rubbed the sweaty forehead of the son-in-law. Where Maryam did not answer. Still focused on enduring the pain of his contract. Bilal himself was still under preparing a car to take his wife to the hospital.

Isti turned to the table, took an empty glass and poured water into it and handed it to Maryam. "Read bismillah..."

Merr complied that he had drunk water in his glass after chanting bismillah.

"Ummi, the car is ready" Bilal said.

"Yes, you helped Maryam into the car. Later Ummi followed," his reply before stepping out. Bilal then pulled his wife out of bed.

***

In the hospital...

The doctor checked the opening. Apparently Maryam was in at the opening four. That's why the pain has started to get into the pelvis.

"It still has to wait again, the predictions are six to seven hours anyway. However, it still depends on the condition. It could be faster or even longer. So multiply snacking and drinking yes, so that the energy is strong when it reaches the point of labor."

Bilal nodded, then thanked the midwife who served in the hospital.

"Yank, pray a lot, will you drink?" her question was confused when she saw Maryam just hissing in pain, while the one who asked just shook her head. "What does he want then?"

"Not wanting anything this–, her waist hurts."

"Which one?" Mist necklace. Bilal is really confused tending to panic. Be him wrong.

"Back waist, here– incandescent." Whimpering. Makes Bilal go around the bed. Move to the back, touch the part that Merr pointed at earlier. "Sakiiit.. yes Allah–"

"Istighfar darling. Pray a lot, do not complain yes.You are strong, you can. For the baby we've been waiting for a long time."

Maryam beristighfar while enduring pain. Before long Ummi entered asking Bilal to go to the mosque first, because the dawn adhan had been reverberating.

Bilal assented and then kissed the wife's forehead for a moment before going out. "A'a to the mosque first. You pray a lot anyway–"

"Emmm.." answered Merr. He himself could think of nothing more. I can't wait to get the baby out of his stomach. When the heat seems to spread all over the pelvis. "God..." His murmur was very soft.

There Bilal only performed the dawn qobliyah and his dawn fardhu prayers. After that, he rushed back to the delivery room. Choose to think inside only because his mind can not calm down.

While Ummi alternates praying. He again rubbed the back waist while scrolling the prayer beads with his other hand. Seemed the one in front quiet although occasionally heard his his hissing pain.

Until two hours passed. Maryam complained more and more about the pain. Even to squeeze Bilal's hand strong while crying.

"Hiks. A's pain'."

"Prophey dear! Istighfar, yes.." guide him gently. Where the wife just nodded.

"Astagfirullah...painnya–" Maryam took a deep breath and threw it away slowly while beristighfar.

Bilal himself could do nothing but look at the face of pain with guilt. He leaned his body closer to the wife's face. Peeping Maryam's forehead long enough. It felt, he also wanted to cry but was held as hard as possible.

"I can only help you with prayer and calm you down. I can't do anything, Yank–" he whispered after peeling Merr's forehead which had appeared limp withstanding the pain. "Strong, ya– my wife."

Maryam did not answer. His mind was floating everywhere. Between life and death. He was also ready for what would happen to him. Until something he felt...

"A'. It's like something broke," he said innocently.

"What?" Bilal moved quickly, without thinking for a long time, he flicked his curtain and told the midwife. Several nurses and obstetricians approached. Checking it.

"Baby will be born soon. Mother is ready... Habib please prepare as well. Help his wife to push strong," said the doctor while putting on her gloves. Bilal nodded quickly taking a position, as per the protocol of a nurse. They also get ready, welcome the presence of a baby who will be born into this world.