Mystery of Love

Drafts

It was Saturday, February 29, 2004, the 9th of Muharram. At about 11 pm my stomach was heartburn and I went to the bathroom many times because of peeing pipas. The longer the more often. Because tired of going back and forth from the room and then to the bathroom I was squatting in the WC so that my urine came out in large quantities and no longer riwi nang jeding.

My stomach is heartburn and the time lag is getting closer and closer. From the original quarter of an hour once to ten minutes once then to five minutes once. It really hurts. And when I peed again there was blood coming out of my birth canal .

After returning to the room I groaned in pain as I flipped my body over the bed with a big belly like a drum.

I can't stand it, like giving birth, but my husband hasn't come home yet. He went to his cottage because there was a haul there. Actually I could have asked my mother to take me to the midwife's house but I didn't want to bother my parents. I was determined not to tell my parents or my in-laws when I was about to give birth. I'll just give you some good news after the baby comes out. That's why I'm enduring my own pain.

The pain of giving birth is like a bet on life. Waist, hip, stomach it's like being stabbed. Tilted to the left of pain, tilted to the right of pain, sleeping on your back is also heavy.Haha anyway like a life as if - will escape from its place.

About half an hour my husband came and I could still scold him and ask him to immediately drive me to the midwife whose house was about 5 meters from our little house.

There I was directly examined by Madam Sri Sabari midwife. He said it was opening eight.

"If you are strong to use the streets if you are not strong enough to sleep on your side !" so said the midwife.

I asked my husband to accompany me for a walk on the porch of the Midwife's house. It hurts a lot but I want the delivery to go fast and smoothly. I also endured the pain and walked slowly while holding on to my husband's arm dear alaika.

After I was no longer able to walk I slept on the bed. Heartburn and pee keblet more and more often come until I can not hold it and intend to pee on the bed. Suddenly it was like there was a push from inside my stomach that made me push

"eggghhhh........"

"Yes Allah is sick..hhhuuuuhhuuuu is sick...." I grimaced in pain while complaining to my Lord.

My husband ran and called the midwife who was in his house.

He then came back next to me holding my hand and his other hand stroking my belly.

"Hhhhhhhhhh .....ya Alloh yes Alloh....... yes Allah is sick...." I constantly called out the name of Alloh to complain about my pain. Likewise with my committed husband we recite a lot of do'a because it can not help anything to reduce my pain. He remained faithful to accompany me, stroking my stomach and rubbing my shoulders or back.

The midwife and her assistants then came and asked my husband to wait outside.

The midwife positioned my feet in such a way but I no longer knew my body was flanked. I was told to breathe, push me along. The shame of my aurot being seen by the young nurse candidates and the midwife was gone was swallowed up by the matchless pain. The Sickness of Masya Alloh.

At two o'clock in the afternoon a baby boy was born from my womb. After cleaning up my husband was told to come in to accuse and menggikomatinya. The little baby was brought to me and placed on my chest.

"Huu...huu....huu....." This time I cried because I was happy and excited. My husband who was standing next to me hugged us and kissed me on my forehead for a long time. He also seemed to be moved and hid his face from me. The baby moves his lips to find the source of his nutrition. It's very funny.

Lost the pain earlier and not at all. Only happiness remains.

We give him the name Muhammad nur imani, and pray that his presence brings us happiness and that he will always be blessed wherever he is

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Nemu picture of my son, wes lungset Kabeh......

this is when he was about an year old. Now he has sat in class 6 madrasah muallimin ponpes sugarcane Ireng or equivalent to class 3 High School.

May be the son of Soleh and be a cool to his parents.