Princess Surgaku Khaula
Birth of my son
The more days, the age of my womb is getting older, today has entered the 39th week. I felt something strange in my panties, like it was wet. Curious, I checked into the bathroom, I was surprised why there was blood in my underwear? I panicked and called my husband.
When he got home, I was ready to go to the hospital. We also left and went straight into the hospital check room, it turned out I was going to give birth, already opening 2. I don't understand because I gave birth before because of an emergency fall, know my baby was born through surgery.
When I lived with my sister at home, my mother and father would soon follow us home to look after our daughter, while my husband and I both fought here for the birth of our second baby.
We decided to try to give birth normally if it was possible, but if an emergency returns I will be ready to return to surgery. Thank God everything went smoothly even with a process that was so painful every opening ride.
Our son was born weighing 3kg, 50cm long and we named Ammar after the company my husband is leading. We immediately gave this good news to the father and mother who had arrived at home.
After we were allowed to go home, we prepared to go home. One nun carrying our son Ammar, my husband made me walk. So much happiness I guess.
I have a son and a daughter.
"What a handsome son of yours, it's very similar to the Papah." Say mother.
"Yes Ma'am, it's like the Papa." I answered while gently rubbing my cheek with my index finger.
"Have you named my son?" Ask father.
"It's Sir, Ammar." Answer husband.
"She's a good name, as good as her face, good health is always good." Say mother.
"There, rest, son. Let the Father, Mother and sisters while guarding Ammar. Khaulas already sleeping in the room." Obviously father.
"Good Sir." I answered, I was led into my room by my husband, and rested with my eldest daughter.
"Thank you, my wife, I'm so moved to see your struggle to bear our son, I'm sorry I never paid attention to you during your pregnancy." Saying husband.
"I'm sorry Papa Nak, Papa never noticed you, just rubbing your stomach when pregnant you never, forgive Papa." Sorry while peeping my forehead and the forehead of our daughter Khaula. I was pretending to be asleep, unable to hold my day and shed silent tears I guessed so that my husband would not see it.
Thank God, I know You never sleep, always hear the prayer of Your servant and grant it at the right time.
Now, it was her turn to fall asleep because fatigue accompanied me through all the birth processes of our son. I kissed her forehead, I wiped her cheeks, I stroked her thick hair.
When I wanted to go back, she knocked on the door, telling me my son was thirsty. I gave her my ASI, she sucked so strong, stronger than my eldest daughter.
"Patience, usually the straws of boys are stronger and sicker. Just like your brother was when he was a baby, until the blisters and the taste." Say mother.
"Yes, ma'am, gapapa. I'm grateful to be able to breastfeed my daughter's son Mom, I'm sorry I call you so often, I still trouble you." I said while bowing.
"It's okay, Nak, in the village is again the harvest season, but I've put everything on Mang Pardi. So it's been taken care of by all Pardi. I am glad to visit here often. Meet the children and grandchildren Mother. May you always be healthy, replace later you play to the village ya." Say mother.
"Sure Ma'am, I miss the fresh mountain air. The child's father had never spent time in the village either. Later if the child is quite big we visit the house of the Father and Mother yes, I miss gardening mom. I miss coming with mom to harvest that long bean that belonged to Miss Mirna when I was a kid." My answer is full of enthusiasm.
