Married The Second

Birth of twins

"Auw.. sick, my stomach hurts mas..!" whining Aisyah while grimacing in pain holding onto her large stomach. Her gestational age has now stepped on 38 weeks, and her estimated birth is still two weeks ahead.

But early in the morning Aisyah felt pain in her stomach, her back felt like breaking in two, maybe this is a sign she wanted to give birth

Farid, who was about to leave for work, put down his bag, "Let's go to the hospital" Farid panicked to see his wife in pain while holding her stomach, he carried his wife's large body to his car.

"Pig... Umi's... Aisyah was about to give birth" she cried hysterically in panic

"Ais want to go, let's go quickly to the hospital" said Umi trembling, he felt nervous and also panicked like Farid

"Permy... Abi.. pain, Ais stomach hurts so much, please Ais Umi" whimper Aisyah, the long robe of the bottom is wet with a clear white liquid such as mineral water that is slightly thick, slightly thick, maybe that's water the water broke

"Where is Abi" Farid said in his car looking for his father-in-law

"Abi was out going to the house of Mr. ustadz Yusuf, let's go now, don't wait for Abi, let's just call" said Umi panicked, he rubbed Aisyah's back gently, he remembered the past when giving birth to his two children, he used to feel comfortable when the mother rubbed his back, the pain felt as reduced by itself.

"Pak Gun is leaving quickly" Farid said

Gunawan also drove his car with above average speed.

"Umi.. rub again the back of Ice, it feels comfortable Umi" pinta Aisyah still grimaced in pain.

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the hospital where Aisyah had monthly pregnancy control at the hospital.

The obstetrician who used to check the contents, asked several nurses to push patients into the delivery room.

Umi waited outside, because the doctor only allowed one person who would accompany Aisyah in her labor process.

After doing some initial checks, starting from the physical condition of the mother and her twin fetuses

The doctor began to give his opinion

"Yes Doc, the cesarean section is not papa, the important thing is my wife and children are safe, please do your best for my wife Dok" Pinta Farid who is already in the maternity room with Aisyah

"No way mas, Doc please help me give birth normally, I want to give birth normally doc.. please" said Aisyah moaning in pain while sulking at her doctor.

Actually Farid wanted Aisyah to give birth to a cesarean, he did not want to see his wife in pain, let alone the doctor had also recommended for cesarean section, he did not want to see his wife in pain, but Aisyah did not want to comply with her request because she was very eager to give birth to a normal, shalihah woman was eager to become a full mother, with a normal birth is a dream for every woman.

Even though many people say giving birth normally is a thousand times more painful', he still wants to get through it all.

"Mas Farid if not strong, just wait outside yes..much pain, pain....!" those words came out from Aisyah's lips, occasionally she bit her outer lip to endure the pain. She knew that her husband could not bear to see her in pain, but it really hurt, it felt like his waist was about to break in two.

Farid held the dew on the outside of his teary eyes, gently rubbing the tears of his wife "No papa dear, I will wait here until the twins are born into the world, the spirit of yes dear, dear, we must continue to pray for the smooth process of the birth of our baby" said Farid, His body trembled, in fact he was not able to with this situation. It was heartless to see Aisha's condition, the various prayers they both said, sometimes Aisyah seemed desperate with the pain she felt, what a pain' incredible, extraordinary, this is how a mother bets her life to give birth to her daughter's son. Aisha's heart was filled with tears, and she begged God for forgiveness.

"Umi. mas Farid please call Umi"

Farid rushed out, he invited Umi inside, this time the doctor gave permission to enter the Umi as an encouragement to his daughter who was struggling for the birth of her two grandchildren

"Permy... Ais sorry, Ais a lot of sins. forgive all the mistakes Ais yes Umi, Ais ask for blessing, may the twins be born soon, Ais not strong anymore Umi... umi's pain" Aisyah said, with the pain she grabbed her mother's hand, kissing her repeatedly. His breathing paused, he tried to neutralize his pain by taking a deep breath and letting out slowly

"Yes son, Umi has forgiven all the mistakes of Umi's children, strong yes son, remember always to read short letters. Insha Allah is given smoothness" Umi rubbed his daughter's stomach that had seemed to slump down, he also prayed for his daughter, read short letters in the heart, and asked God to facilitate the birth process of his daughter

Farid still continued to rub his wife's back, Aisyah tilted her body to the left because the doctor advised to lie down while tilting her body to the left, the doctor said it was intended to speed up the next opening process. One of the nurses also checked her baby's heartbeat, every time.

"This is already the opening six, which is the spirit of yes mother. Do not push first yes, take a deep breath and then take it out slowly. Let it be later when the opening is full, the mother has the energy to push." ordered one of the obstetricians who helped her birth.q

Aisyah continued to cry feeling the pain, over time the pain she felt was very extraordinary pain, to the point that she respectfully clawed at Farid's arm. He also squeezed Farid's shirt with all his might. Farid was silent, his eyes were still teary, he felt like his wife was feeling. Aisha's reflex treatment was incomparable to the pain her wife was feeling right now, her heart was so agitated, wanting her to put an end to this uneasiness immediately, she had no power to endure the pain of her wife

"Ah.. pain doctor... Uh..uh.. it feels like to push yourself doc." cried Aisyah still in her position. His breathing grew stingier, something pressed down on his pelvis and made him feel anxious to push himself.

Mothers who have given birth to their daughters with normal or cesarean. Congrats... You are all great mothers, wonderful mothers, mothers who are heroes to their children. May our sons become pious and pious, obedient to parents and useful to many. AMENS