Me And The Stars

56 False contractions

Akhtar

The labor that only counts the days, waiting early in the morning-afternoon-evening makes me have to be a husband on standby, ready to take care. The phone should standbay twenty-four hours. Especially when I'm at work, the phone is always on. Even Sky phones I don't allow in sillent mode for a minute.

Having a wife who is pregnant with twins makes me feel like the most successful man, in terms of sowing seeds. I am happy with their presence in my wife's womb.

However, my heart is being troubled, especially during the examination yesterday the doctor said that twin pregnancies are at risk of premature birth or less than 37 weeks.

Plus the words of doctor Salma that made Lintang smile wide. "Fetal position is good, and can give birth normally." But I still do not agree if Lintang gave birth normally after hearing Dr. Salma's explanation of all the possibilities and risks that occur. One of them is having complications.

"Caesar, Lin, so I can be calmer. You're gonna have two babies out, baby." I talk to you almost at every opportunity.

"I know, mas. I have given birth to a normal mother. You encourage me enough so that I can make it strong." His words tried to calm me.

It's just free to argue with him. Women who are too independent still do not want to be denied. As a result I wandered around looking for supporters.

"If the doctor says it's okay, just let Tar. Your job is to give him encouragement. And most importantly, get to the hospital. So that doctors immediately take action if at any time it is not possible to give birth normally, " said mom. And that means my mom's not on my side.

Likewise mother, "Pray may Allah facilitate the labor process later."

And the more days I pounded waiting for the most stressful moment in my life journey. Especially when several times saw the grimacing latitude resisting pain.

"We're going to the hospital now!" I immediately got up from the chair when I saw Lintang holding firmly on the edge of the dining table.

Latitude straightened his body position, his face returning as usual. "False contraction, mas. It's common."

"The closer to delivery will be more frequent. And if it's time to give birth will be more intense, even once every five minutes and it hurts more than this."

"That's right, I'm not getting any goosebumps. Come on, Lin, we'll schedule a caesarean section. I'm on leave today." I still haven't given up on seducing her.

She just smiled in response to me along with the coming of the children who had been in neat uniforms with Dini, a nanny who used to look after Zoya at the house of Mama Hana. I asked him to take care of our two children, because the condition of the Latitude is increasingly difficult to move and easily tired.

I was enjoying lunch with Sky in my room. Suddenly my phone rings. A latitude? She calls or texts a lot, but this time my feelings tell me something's up.

I looked up at the sky, and the 24-year-old also looked at me hearing a worried look. Do we feel the same?

"Hallo darling,"

And the shrill voice I heard made my legs limp like boneless. "I'm on my way to the hospital, Mas. My membranes are breaking."

"Who are you, baby?" I panicked with a trembling voice. Make the sky gasp.

"It's between the mang Joko. I'm the same Mother, Mas."

"I'll be there soon. We'll see you at the hospital." I closed the call and cleaned up our former meal with a fast-beating heart rhythm.

"We're going to the hospital, Lang."

In the car I kept moving my legs a sign I was agitated. "Faster Lang!" I cried impatiently as Sky drove no faster than a snail.

"Cut the front car, Lang!" I screamed again as he followed the car in front of us.

"Hurry up Lang, it'll be a red light soon!" Shouted again.

"But wanker!! Let me bring it." I said when the car was forced to stop because of the red light. I'm trying to take off the seatbelt.

"You know what you are!" My atonement.

"Laah, I will accompany Kak Lintang fitting give birth to the Star." The answer.

Goddamnit! I lost a landslide!

"Many praying. Hope the delivery is good." I looked at him cynically. Sok-sokan.

"Not yet fretting when he heard the doctor say a little more ma'am. Take a breath, and his head is visible. Yeah, a little more."

His words this time were right. I am usually tense too. But not this kind of tension, but that kind of tension.

*Ah, s*top Akhtar. There is no time to think about the tense.

This time I better be quiet, thinking of the most fitting words to encourage Latitude.

You must be strong, baby. Ah, that's too ordinary.

You can do it, Lin. Iss, he's open to competing.

You hold on, baby. Jesus Tar! He is not dying.

And upon arrival at the hospital I immediately ran towards the delivery room after asking one of the passing nurses.

I finally found the delivery room where Lintang was. "Darling..." Sapaku when he saw her lying on the patient's bed. I walked over and sat down next to him. "Sick baby?"

Latitude shakes. I smiled at him. "You're the greatest woman I've ever met. You and them," I stroked her stomach, "it's gonna be fine."

"Akhtar, the doctor just asked you to meet. There's something important to talk about." Mommy Say.

"Good bun." I kissed the latitude. "For a moment, dear."I'll see Dr. Salma in her room immediately.

The doctor explained about the condition Lintang who experienced premature rupture of membranes because the age of the womb is not yet 37 weeks.

"Caesarean section should be performed as soon as possible. Because if it's not done it will endanger the safety of the mother and the baby." The doctor's words managed to make my heart almost stop beating.

Doctors also explain that premature rupture of membranes can cause several complications such as uterine infection, placental retention, namely

conditions where part or all of the placenta is left in the uterus, placental abruption is the release of part or all of the placenta from the uterine wall before delivery, brain injury to the fetus, and also death.

"Do your best, Doc." Pause. After leaving the doctor's office I immediately took care of the administration. I also immediately contacted my mom and dad. At times like this I need them most.

"You've been trying, baby, and it's for your own good." I said while wiping away her tears, because Lintang had felt disappointed because she had to give birth by caesarean.

"You're great, baby. Excitement yes, soon we will meet the twins. I'm waiting outside. I'm not going anywhere. Promise!" I tried to calm her down as the nurse pushed her bed into the operating room.

Though at this time I also felt tension, worry and fear mixed into one. But I must be strong in front of him, I must encourage him. His struggle for almost nine months must not be in vain.

I was not allowed into the operating room, because it was feared that my presence would interfere with the doctor's work and my anxiety actually made Lintang stressful and not relaxed when undergoing surgery.

I paced in front of the operating room. The sky looks at me. I decided to sit next to him. "Look when your wife gives birth later. I'm the first one to laugh at your panicked face."

And the rancid man said, "I wait."