My Belittle Husband
BIRTH OF THE FIRST CHILD
From the moment I woke up in the morning, my stomach felt sick and heartburn. I don't know if it's time for me to give birth or not, because if according to predictions Midwife there is still a week left until the date of HPL.
Mas Fakhri, since the morning has gone to work, since the trading business is smooth, Mas Fakhri always leaves early in the morning and comes home in the evening, not even rarely home at night.
I understand, maybe the busyness in our store makes it difficult to go home like before.
As much as possible, I ignored the pain in the stomach that felt swirling, fortunately just a small bag for maternity preparation and the requirements of the letters I had prepared in advance, so if it's time to give birth I don't need the hassle of preparing everything.
After all the housework was done, I called Mom to tell her about my stomach ache, afraid it was just a false contraction, because before this I had stomach pain like this and tomorrow it healed.
"Hello, assalamualaikum, ma'am," I opened the conversation.
"Walaikumsalam, what's wrong, Nduk? Tumben had called in the morning, why, have you given birth, Nduk?" ask the mother whose voice sounds anxious.
"Either, Ma. It was just my stomach hurting, the pain was swirling around in my stomach" I replied.
"Oh, lest iyo iki, budar, mother call your father first," said Mother, then the voice of Mother who called Father sounded on the phone.
"Step, Nduk. I'm getting ready first, you hold on first, yeah, Nduk."
"Yes, Mom."
Then my phone turned off, as long as the stomach ache still felt in the stomach, I was walking around the house, there was no back pain like some of my friends said, no, there is only pain that feels swirling in the stomach.
Long after that, the sound of a motorbike rang out outside the house, I opened the door, then saw Mother and Father running to meet me.
"It's okay, Mom. I'm still strong, please call Mother-in-law Buk" I asked Mom.
"Yowes, wait a minute."
I nodded.
Over time the pain became more and more unstoppable, brought to bed the more pain, so I continued to stand and walk, as the stomach began to ache spinning in the stomach I stopped walking and then lowered half the body.
Ughhhh! It hurt, when I was going to take the map containing the requirements for childbirth at the Hospital where the obstetrician was pratek, I felt something like water in a balloon that if pierced with a broken needle, I felt something like water in a balloon, it's like that it feels like.
When I see, the patch I put in ************ has been covered in blood.
The mother who saw it immediately asked to go to the Midwife's house, the mother-in-law has also arrived.
"Where's fakhri? Fakhri's phone, his wife is about to give birth, she's gone nowhere, you son!"
My father called Mas Fakhri, but after he finished calling, he said that Mas Fakhri had just gone to pick up merchandise that was out of town.
I grimaced in pain, I had long been quite pain resistant, although only this time felt the pain when I was about to give birth.
"Oh, the boy was out of town, already knew his wife was pregnant," my mother-in-law said.
"Already, it is better we leave, let's take the car Mr. Selvi that equipment mba Auren yes we leave" said my father-in-law.
"Mas Fakhri just call, sir," I said to my father-in-law in the wake of this incredible stomachache.
"Already, the hapenya left in the store, the Budi who raised, the employee in your shop," said the father.
I can only be silent, it hurts when I will give birth to the first child I have been waiting for without Mas Fakhri by my side.
However, I try to be sincere if it is true later my son can not be in Azani Father.
"Already, Nduk. Don't think about it, now the most important thing is that you are safely delivered" said my mother.
I nodded, agreeing with Mom's words.
When I got to the doctor's office, I was pushed to the bed, and some of the doctors' assistants started to contact me to check my blood pressure and HB.
When I got there, the doctor said that I had just opened the first, it felt like I was going to push on, but the Doctor forbade to push first.
There was no shouting, only my voice that sometimes could not bear to push occasionally.
Until finally after the second check, not long after I lay on my side, the amniotic fluid broke followed by the baby's head that followed.
As hard as I push, so that the baby's head is easily taken by the Doctor, on the sidelines I remember Mas Fakhri who can not accompany me here, did not feel tears began to wet this cheek.
"Oek, oek, oek."
Hearing the sound of my baby, my tears broke out unable to hold back the feeling of haru and sadness simultaneously.
"Alhamdulillah, baby boy, ma'am. Healthy, I cleaned the baby first," said the doctor and then brought my baby to be cleaned.
The Assistant Doctor swiftly cleaned my body which still felt weak.
My son was born, that word I can only say in my heart.
Afraid, afraid that hearing that my in-laws would nag Mas Fakhri.
Not long after returning home from the Doctor's house, Mas Fakhri came home in a hurry.
"Assalamualaikum," he said and entered the house, looking at me who was resting.
Before that, Mas Fakhri was hit by a spurt of scolding by his mother, I could only laugh seeing the already restless face of Mas Fakhri wanting to see his son.
"Yes, Buk. Sorry, Fakhri thought it was not the time of birth, because the doctor's prediction is still a week away to HPLnya," said Mas Fakhri.
"Makanya mas so the husband must be ready to standby" Selvi chimed in his mother's speech.
" Little children can't interfere." Fakhri replied
Mas Fakhri smiled with relief, then approached me who was breastfeeding.
"Dek, pardon Mas yes, can not accompany when Adek gave birth," said Mas Fakhri.
I smiled faintly, although there was sadness and disappointment because at the birth of our first child, Mas Fakhri could not accompany, I tried to understand.
"It's okay, Mom. Look at our son, guess who he looks like?" I asked Mas Fakhri.
Mas Fakhri approached, looking at the face of his son who had now fallen asleep again after breastfeeding.
"Like who, Mas can't see who he looks like" said Mas Fakhri confused.
I laughed softly, it was also impossible for me to laugh out loud, considering the pain of the stomach when moved.
"Like you, my face. Exactly," I said in a contrived tone.
Now replace the laughing Mas Fakhri.
"The hell Dek?"
"Yes, Mas. The same mother you just said so much like you when I was a child, yes, but I'm a loh who hummed him for nine months, my face time was not nempel at all," I said not accept.
"Well, it's okay, right, Mas's also down, Dek." Mas Fakhri laughed.
Heel! Basic Mas Fakhri turn that just remembered, do not want what time pregnant hard work I do so not stingy again, huh! The effects of coke are the same Mas Fakhri during pregnancy is possible.
Well, the debay even looks a lot like his father, as long as it doesn't look like your stingy huh, Dek.
"Gpp anyway, if the baby looks like Mas Adek, as long as not niru stingy," said slowly insinuating Mas Fakhri who increasingly ngakak.
"Where is it stingy, all this time Mas did it for the sake of savings, you know?"
"Ck, save fuck, Mas. Keep on going when corjokin."
For several weeks, Father and Mother took turns with Mother-in-law to take care of me, occasionally Mas Fakhri also learned to replace diapers, grita and clothes for Adek.
Mas Fakhri was also enthusiastic about preparing an aqiqah event, Mas Fakhri's name was given.
Habib Altahir Alamsyah, our son's name.
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"Mas, wake up, Mum! Get Habib's diaper, Mas, it's over here, get it in the basket there," I told Mas Fakhri who was still asleep.
"Hem, what?"
"Get me a diaper, Mas."
"Yes, for a moment" said Mas Fakhri, but his eyes and body were still stuck to the pillow.
Upset, I hit him with a bolt.
"Mas! Buruan, why."
"Yes, yes, Dek. Bentar, this is to take," said Mas Fakhri still with eyes that have not been fully opened.
"Nih, diapers, already, Mas want to sleep again, yes," said Mas Fakhri after handing over a large number of baby diapers.
I'm clucking, you little man. Make it happy, when the results have been out staying up for a while already complaining of heavy sleepiness.
I replaced Habib's diaper wet from bed-wetting, and then suckled him so I could rest.
Tired actually, woke up in the middle of the night several times because of the sound of Habib crying, or sometimes because Habib wet the bed or BAB.
Even so I am happy, although Mas Fakhri more snoring every night than helping to replace the diaper of his son, sometimes I get drowsiness can not stand.
Days passed very quickly, now Habib is nine months old.My little baby is now smart to crawl and chattering cheerfully.
If he sees his father coming home from the store, Habib will happily crawl and laugh to greet his father at the door.
Well, that's adorable.
Mas Fakhri trading business is also increasing day by day, many customers are now making our store as a subscription store.
Thank God, I am always grateful for that, hopefully with the presence of Habib my small family more harmonious and lasting to old age.
Although at times, the calculating nature of Mas Fakhri began to recur, I immediately said that it was all for the needs of his son.
As a result, there was no more objection from Mas Fakhri's mouth.
Duh! Happy, Soul Mother-emak with the calculation of the cost of spending a hundred thousand, now changed more and more chatty if Mas Fakhri began to fuss over money problems.
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