My Blinds On The Eagle

Fruit of Love

Four years and eleven months ago. It is said that the flower is the residence of the fairies. A land with its ancient forests that are so exotic, the fame of fairy tales and bluebell flower as its national flower.

The sight was so soothing and reassuring.

Nilam accompanied by Aisyah or Lady Salman, still looks calm. The pull and long breath accompanies as a pain reliever that afflicts him.

" Have increased his contract ? ", the voice of doctor Salman who had just entered the room.

" Two times in thirty minutes .. arghh!! ", replied Nilam in a heavy voice because suddenly his contract came again. But he tried to smile.

" Good..... is still strong walking into the delivery room ? ", ask doctor Salman again.

" Honey.

" With running...make opening more smoothly mrs.Salman ..... ", nilam immediately mediated the husband and wife.

Doctor Salman made the mark by shrugging both his shoulders with a smile.

" Yes.yes..yes!. ... Whatever, you medical people who know better' ", Ayesha lost in the end.

" But I still need your arm madam... May I? ", asked Nilam with a tone of hope and a smile that makes anyone unable to refuse his request.

Immediately Aisyah hugged Nilam for a moment, then began to guide the beautiful and tiny woman with her big belly walked out of the room. Salman's doctor preceded his second move.

" Neel.... You didn't tell your sister that you were going to give birth today ? ", Aisyah's voice sounded cautious

'" Later after the birth.... Wildan must be busy with his koas schedule... "

" Yes.... ", Aisha accepted resignation.

" Aahh "

" Neel... still able to walk ? "

" Yes... may need more help your mistress...aargh ", Nilam replied while enduring the pain of contractions.

Doctor Salman, who was already in the room, saw all that. The rush out was followed by a midwife who would help him, then saw Nilam enter the room. Meanwhile, Aisyah did not enter into space. The middle-aged woman sat on the waiting chair as she continued to pray. Meanwhile in the room has been waiting also a gynecologist who is still quite young, Sarah Anggelina.

" At last ... Come miss Neel, we add a member of this hospital's extended family yes ", the welcome is friendly and passionate.

" Yes .. please help dr.Sarah "

Time feels so precious, it beats with the roar of human breath. Time is also racing with humans who are helping the process of the birth of new humans.

Doctor Sarah decided to perform an episiotomy to cut the birth canal in the perenium, the area around ** to the rectum. Nilam just smiled resignedly, as a medical practitioner he also understood the reason. The baby's heart rate decreases, caused by the umbilical cord winding on the neck and baby. A careful and precise action.

When finally the sound of crying blur during a drizzling morning in spring, mid-April. Nilam breathed a sigh of relief, between his slowly rolling tears. Postpartum pain as a follow-up to the action of the episiotomy that has been applied to him. The sound of a baby's cry is so blaring, it seems more effective than any type of anesthesia.

" male...fingers - complete legs, normal .. perfect. Length 53 cm weight 3.2 Kg", midwife's helpful voice, reported.

" You heard Nilam yourself. Let Sarah take care of you now" said dr. Salman. " I'm with your baby ".

Nilam nodded weakly, but his lips revealed an unusually happy smile. His eyes could not be separated from the tiny figure that moved under the glare of the bright lights, as if he was doing his first attraction as a human. Nilam looked in amazement, his dense black hair, a loud cry blaringly broke the coolness of the morning with his drizzle still remaining. As if to be a powerful anesthetic for Nilam, he was completely like not feeling pain and pain. Soraya meticulously sewed her perenium. The most painful thing for a woman after giving birth, these are catgut needle punctures that are used to insert threads to re-attach their vital female organs that are naturally torn or forced to tear with surgical scissors. Don't ask what it hurts like.... no anastesi !!!.

" Sailendra Thoriq Zachary ...... "

" Is that his name ? ", ask the dr. Soraya who heard Nilam muttering.