Princess Surgaku Khaula
Hang on, my daughter
The fresh air in the morning makes my heart that is flowering become more radiant. I entered my little daughter's room to say good morning and kiss her on the forehead. I looked at her little face, she seemed to be sound asleep. Never mind, let him rest first I thought.
Two hours have passed, my daughter never cried, nor did the nurse deliver it to me just to drink breast milk, there is an uncomfortable feeling in this heart, immediately I went into the room where my daughter slept, I tried to slowly rip his body apart but he never opened his eyes.
The worry increased, I tried to shake his body a little taut but neither did he open his eyes, he still slept. I was so panicked, I called the nurse and my husband who were about to walk out the gate of the house to the company.
"Chaula...Khaula... He won't wake up, he's asleep, he's.." I said nervously as I pulled my husband's hand.
"What's wrong? why are you?" Said my husband in a panic, I could only cry while pulling his hand into the house.
No one was able to wake our daughter, so we took her to the nearest hospital.
Until we got to the hospital. Our daughter entered the examination room, after half an hour had passed we were called a doctor.
"Sir, Ma'am, the father's son and Mother were unconscious, I better refer to a larger hospital. The equipment and medical personnel here are not so adequate for the case of the Father and Mother's daughter." Doctor's talk.
"Temporary guess, the mother's daughter had blood clots in the brain, which made her unconscious. To be more certain, a series of medical tests must be done so that the diagnosis is right." Doctor's talk.
All day long I just cried, this time I cried in the arms of the man I love so much, he calmed me down and hugged me tight, I'm sure he felt the same way.
Adhan duhur reverberated, I took my husband to go to the mosque in the hospital, we prayed and asked for the best for our daughter. We want her to be as healthy, as cheerful as ever, how happy we are to see her being able to flip back her sizzling body that is now learning to sit and eat.
After the mosque we rushed Khaula to a larger and more complete referral hospital, no matter how far outside the city we still came for the safety of our daughter.
Arriving at the referral hospital, our daughter was treated well. It didn't take long to run a series of medical tests on him. Less than two hours the results can be read by the doctor. What the doctors at the hospital said was true. How devastated we were when the doctor told us that our daughter did not have much time and that she was in a coma.
I was so beaten and fell unconscious. I opened my eyes, I was lying in the hospital room, apparently I was exhausted, I was also admitted to this hospital, sorry my husband he must be tired of looking after his son and wife. But suddenly the doctor came to us and congratulated me on my 8-week pregnancy.
Touched, sad and happy all mixed into a sense that can not be expressed said the word. We just hugged with tears that could no longer be contained. Yes, I'm pregnant with my second child. The younger brother of Khaula who is now lying in a coma.
