My Prayer From Forbidden Places

When My Baby Sick Brain Flammation

Before my hijab got tangled in the Massage Panti

Plus-Plus it, my hijab is a symbol of my pride at home as

the faithful wife. Any woman and wife would not want to

I have a tragic fate like this one I have experienced.

If I can choose, I will choose to be

a wife who is virtuous and has a husband who is sholeh anyway. Possessing

have a healthy and funny family economy.

Oh, yes ...Introduce my full name Raisa

Ramadhani, just called Raisa. I was born and raised in Bandung.

Please note, that this story is a story

nyataku was written by an author named Saiful Rahman. Through application

Messenger, WA and Via phone, then compile my story so that it can

read by all readers.

Before, I was very pleading with this author

to write it down, and to hope for its resistance, so that the burden of regret

my life over the past has become lighter.

Hopefully by writing this story, I

I really hope to gain insight and wisdom on my story.

Huff ... Before I started it, it felt so

this chest tightness, remembering my dark time.

I was married to my chosen lover. I

and she decided to get married after dating from High School and we've

really love each other. Yes he and I are determined to build mahligai

housekeeping.

Even though my beloved's family is not

we approved our wedding plans. The reason is, it will be nominated with

another woman's mother's choice.

Unwillingness is known to my family.

Finally my family feels his pride in a little. Our family's self-worth

feeling stepped on by my husband's future family. Until my family followed

I don't approve of our wedding plans.

So between my family and the prospective family

my husband both balked at the wedding plans.

But my husband and I insisted

defied it. If not agreed, my future husband will marry himself without

blessing mother.

Alhamdulillahot... Despite the harsh opposition

from my family and from my future husband, thanks to our persistent struggle, finally

we were able to get married with the blessing of our parents.

Therefore, when starting a household life

with my husband, we chose to live independently by contracting a house in a city that

a little far from our home town. My husband doesn't want to live in people's homes

my parents, on the contrary, I also do not want to live in my husband's parents' house.

No matter what happens, we will not

we talked about our parents, considering the beginning of our marriage

blessedly.

Before marriage my husband used to work

to his Sister-in-law. Therefore, when married my husband still works for his brother

His brother, while I have a small small business to increase income

husband.

Even though my husband and I decided to go to the household

independent, but I have been given provisions by my parents, so that I have

own money in the savings book. While sisia income my husband

set yourself aside in another savings book.

Short story ...

After 2 years of traveling the household, I

giving birth to a baby girl. At first we wanted a baby boy,

but this is also a gift from God that should be grateful for his presence.

My husband and I are so happy about it. An

the perfect happiness.

Apparently this happiness did not last long.

Starting from here, the patience of my life as a woman is tested.

Suddenly ...

My baby looks convulsing. Strangely it is

not crying at all.

Seeing that, I panicked too!

As a mother who gave birth to her

risking my life, then, seeing my baby in such a condition, it feels

I feel like I'm just being crazy.

Without thinking, my husband and I

I immediately took my baby to the hospital.

After being examined by a doctor, it turns out that the baby

my 5-month-old woman was detected with inflammatory symptoms

brainpower.

Yes, God ...!

I was so shocked, hearing the doctor say

that my baby had symptoms of inflammation of the brain, I was really very afraid of

life safety.

Especially ... when I see my baby crying because

injected, as her mother, I cried because of it.

Yes, God save my baby girl ...!

Starting from the beginning of the medical examination, until during

14 Days my baby was hospitalized, finally my baby girl was declared by

the doctor has lost consciousness. So, my baby is required to drink through

his nose.

Which mother can see the condition of her baby

like those. I who witnessed and imagined his pain, made my heart

as if it were sliced into a sound, it was very painful.

I don't know how my husband feels, whether he

same me? I don't know.

I as a mother who sees the condition of my baby

causing an insane mind! Maybe that was when I almost went crazy

really.

Until ... I didn't realize, apparently, I was

walking down the street in front of the hospital barefoot.

Fortunately, the Hospital Parking Manager

helping me. As fast as lightning he dragged me and led me to the side of the road.

It's not just my mind that's getting crazy, though,

but my fear of being so high my baby was not saved, making me

fainting up to 2 times in front of the drug collection counter.

That time is for medical and treatment costs

it doesn't matter to us, because we still have a lot of savings

thats enough.

I don't give a shit. Whatever the cost of healing, it,

as long as my baby girl is saved I pay!

Alahamdulillah ...!

The critical days of my baby have passed.

The doctor said my baby was saved.

He said again, thankfully it was not too late to handle. Because I'm very fast

take him to the hospital.

We were finally allowed to bring my baby home

rented house, while taking road treatment.

Ah, I'm starting to feel relieved about it ...

My baby's health started to improve, but,

in October, he I brought into the Hospital back for a second

a time. Because suddenly the shock recurred again.

Learning on past experience, only 1 time seizures, seizures,

I immediately took my baby to the hospital

However, it is not as bad as the first.

Then he only received light treatment. And I'm recommended once every 1 week

taking my baby control to the hospital

So, every week I bring him a chekc-up to

hospital for three months.

After that once a month, my baby

must take the drug for 1 year.

In those 1 year, my baby can't be late

taking medication from a doctor. If it's too late, I have to give it to him

dose from the beginning again. If it is not done according to the doctor's instructions,

then my daughter's illness can't be cured completely.

Keeping him from relapsing, my baby

should not be tired of exaggeration, sadness or excessive pleasure, do not be too

it gets hot or cold. His physical and psychological condition must be maintained

in a stable state.

After 1 year, he finally

complete recovery from symptoms of brain inflammation. The money in my savings was wasted because of it.

Coupled with a husband who became unemployed, then complete

this suffering.