Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

263. The Present of New Members

Tired of being in the room all the time, this time I chose to walk outside. Arga relentlessly followed my steps, behind which was Sister Sus who faithfully followed our footsteps by pushing the wheelchair in her hands. The more cold sweat on my forehead, the more I let it flow.

Tired legs I do not feel, the pain is also not too I ignore, continue to walk even though sometimes silent to feel the pleasure.

"Yes, just stay in the room, okay?" asked the pity Arga to see me. I shook my head. Do not want to just overslept Mom and the doctor also said if a lot of walking slowly will help at the time of delivery later.

Mom looked sleepy on the long bench outside my room. Looks tired and very sleepy, but refuses to lie on the sofa of the room. Occasionally gasps and wakes up, asking if I'm okay or not. I feel guilty for telling my mother. It should not be told, and let it know later when it is born.

The clock was showing at one o'clock in the evening when I decided I couldn't hold on anymore. The pain was already very delicious, so without feeling my legs are now wet.

"What's this?" asked Arga staring at the wet floor below me, exposed to his shoes on the floor. Mother and Sister Sus heard Arga approaching.

"That looks like amniotic fluid, you call the doctor!" shouting mother. Sister Sus immediately ran to the end of the hall, and before long they returned when I had just climbed into the wheelchair. The pain that was so painful is now back I feel. Just about to give up, it was already first by amniotic fluid. But I don't feel anything strange. I just wanted to pee and I couldn't stand it.

Now the doctor and nurse took me to the delivery room. There is no such thing as a strange thing that the delivery will go on normally. My blood pressure was also normal so no cesarean was done like the doctor said.

"Mom will wait here, yeah. You're strong inside, son." Mom held my hand tight.

Almost in the delivery room, my mother let me go. "Mom didn't come with me?" my many. Feeling lost with the figure of the mother who is now releasing herself. Mom shook her head.

"Arga is more entitled in there. He can strengthen you more. I want to pray at night and pray for you, yeah." The crying of my mother began to sound. I saw my mother crying there and no longer following our footsteps.

It was sad when I needed my mother, but she didn't come to the delivery room.

"Don't worry, I'm with you" my husband said, holding my hand tightly.

I was lifted to the bed, both feet placed on the support pole on the right and on the left. Arga's waiting for me in here. His hand I hold tightly.

The pain is felt in the lower abdomen, as if someone is pressing to get out. I couldn't stand it, finally screaming. However, limp because I lost power after a few minutes I tried to push. The doctor encouraged me, gave me instructions on what to do. Breathe in and push it inside. Sweat drenched in the face and neck, discomfort because of it.

I pushed hard, yelling back as the feeling came up again. Arga's hand I clasped tightly, seeking strength from there.

"You can do it, Yu. I beg you, hold on to our son" he said. There was a crying tone from Arga as she said that. I looked at him, tears were on his face.

"A little more, Ms. Ayu. A little stronger yes this time, his head has been seen on the verge of exit," said the doctor patiently.

I took another breath, trying to gather all my strength and concentrate on my stomach.

"Armgh!!" I screamed loudly, feeling pain in the birth canal, as if coming out of it ripped my skin.

"Breathe, yuk. A little more, Ms. Ayu. Breathe in, push!"

I followed his instructions. Can't give up because the baby's almost out of there. I am more excited to meet my baby.

"A little more, Yu. You can do it, baby!" Arga is endlessly encouraging. Now I hugged him, clasped the back of his clothes and pushed with all my might.

"Alhamdulillah!" another doctor and his assistant. Simultaneously I felt something come out very smoothly and could not bear it anymore. A sense of relief in my heart and also in my stomach. No more pain like that.

"Thank God, Mr. Arga. The baby was born. Boy," said the doctor, then a red baby with a lot of white mucus lay on his stomach over my stomach.

I looked at her in disbelief, saw a very charming face, still wrinkled her skin. Haru's crying I can't take it anymore.

"Thank God, Pa. My son," I said stuck in my throat. Finally, all this time waiting now I can see my own fruit. I have it myself. Without disgust, I kissed her head, she just moved slowly, looking for something with her mouth open.

Arga was silent as I looked, he just stared fixedly at the tiny figure I rubbed his back. I was a little scared to see her like that, she didn't move to look at our baby. His face had no expression. Does she not like our baby boy? Does she want a baby girl?

"Pa, our son." I shook his hand, he did not speak, but tears now flowed down his cheek. I'm still waiting with my chest pounding.

"Alhamdulillah, finally" said Arga after waking up, he approached and kissed our little boy's hand. It looks so tiny because it is still not the month of birth. Arga cried and endlessly kissed her also kissed my forehead wryly while saying a word of thanks. I was glad that my thinking was wrong with him.

"The baby we cleaned first, yes, ma'am. Excuse me," said the assistant now taking the baby on top of my belly. It was like losing him because he was taken away. I soon heard her strong cries.

"Mom Ayu, push again, can you?" pinta doctor. I nodded and took a breath once more, something came out again from inside my stomach, becoming as if it were a plume. I saw a bundle of red meat, maybe it was ari-ari, not too clear also because just a glance at it.

"Please on the Adzan. We'll take the baby to the incubator after this" the doctor told me.

"My baby why, Doctor?" my many. There was a fear of hearing the doctor say that our son would go into the incubator.

"It's okay, but Bu Ayu's baby was born prematurely. We'll take him to the incubator room and do a periodic review. Make sure if the baby is healthy" said the doctor again. Although I feel afraid, but if it is for his good it is okay.

"Just relax, if there's no problem, tomorrow afternoon we can take the baby and the incubator to Bu Ayu's room." The doctor smiled kindly. "Please Mr. Arga."

The sound of Adhan and Ikomat was heard from Arga near our son's ear. When she finished, Arga handed our baby back to the nurse and took her out.

Arga came closer to me, again kissing this face with a happy smile.

"Thank you, honey. Thank you for giving such a precious thing, "he said.