The Love of the Duda

TCSD 164: Arsyanendra Chandra Shankara

"Yes ma'am, take a deep breath .. Let's push even stronger!"

"Yahghhhhhhhhh....!!"

Oeeeeee.... Oeeee.... Oeeeeeeee..

The typical crying sound of a newborn baby sounds loud filling the delivery room in a hospital in this city. After experiencing premature rupture of the membranes, but not accompanied by contractions and opening, in the end Sastri doctor chose an induction method to be able to remove the baby from the womb Mara.

The type of induction chosen by Sastri's doctors was mentose induction. One type of induction method using drugs. Later these drugs will work on receptors in the uterus so as to spur the contraction. While the drugs used in this method there are two kinds of oxytocin and prostagladin E1. And oxytocin was chosen by the doctor Sastri for Mara, which is in the form of liquid and inserted through an infusion tube.

"Congratulations Sir, Ma'am ..Your son was born safe, healthy, complete and handsome!"

After the two sisters cleaned the baby's body which was still red, they handed it back to doctor Sastri, and after the rush he handed it to God.

With trembling hands, the God grabbed the body of this little angel with a deep blue taste. "Oh my God .. You're so handsome darling."

The god, who was standing next to doctor Sastri, now moved his body to get closer to his wife. With a face filled with happiness, God brought the body of his son closer to Mara.

"Oh my God .. You really look like your dad, honey."

The tightness of tetiba filled Mara's chest cavity. After experiencing the long process of the birth of his first son, he was finally able to see the form of a little angel who was almost nine months in his womb. There was nothing he could say but gratitude to God, for the son could be born safely.

Without permission, the clear crystals from the windows of the heart belonging to the woman who had just given birth to her first son fell one by one. "Son Mama... You're so handsome, honey. Look, your eyes, nose and lips are very similar to Papa's."

"That means you really admit that I'm handsome and perfect, don't you think?"

"Hmmmmm... Yes, yes, yes!"

"Okay ma'am Mara, now we do the IMD process. Often known as early breastfeeding initiation."

"Why not breastfeed early Doc?"

"That's because later the one who will move actively is the little one. The first hour the baby finds the mother's breasts*is the beginning of a life-sustaining between mother and child. As for how it works like this, ma'am." Doctor Sastri puts God and Mara's first son between the stomach and the chest. "Well, with a position like this, we will give the child the opportunity to suckle himself by crawling to find the breast*air (the breast crawl) and let the baby's skin contact with the mother."

The rays of happiness again appeared on Mara's face when she saw the son had managed to find the source of his life. What a different taste sensation and very happy when pu*tingya began to be sucked by this son.

"It's perfect, baby. You are truly a genius, without Papa telling you in advance the most delicious parts of Mama's body, you can immediately find it. Really great you. But don't do much, son. Leave a little for Papa!"

The unfiltered speech of God was successful in making Mara's cheeks flushed like tomatoes. Shameful to be ashamed, because the husband said that in front of the doctor Sastri and also the two nurses who were in this room. And sure enough, the doctor and the two sisters could only giggle amusedly.

"Gsssttt.. Mas! What the hell are you talking about!"

While the Gods were just being indifferent.

"Has god sir and Mara's mother already prepared a name for this handsome son?" said doctor Sastri trying to find a new subject.

One thing that Mara forgot, until now she has not prepared a name at all. Mara slightly glanced at her husband, as a sign that he had not yet found a name for his son.

"Dok, I've prepared a name for my first son." The god bent his body and kissed the head of this little baby. "My first son, I named him Arsyanendra Chandra Shankara."

"What a beautiful name. What does it mean Mas?"

"Huh, I thought you were your own Mas, who gave me that name. You know Rasti too."

"She let it go, honey... He's the one who wrote this story, so just love him!"

Chequek...

"Master... Madam..."

The sudden arrival of Darmi in this room suddenly makes Mara and the Gods link their views towards the source of the sound.

"Yes Mbok, what's wrong?"

"Listen, sir, it seems like Mr and Madam have forgotten one thing."

God and Mara throw each other a glance. Accompanied by a forehead that is both shriveled. "What is Mbok?"

"The room and all the supplies for this little Aden are not yet available at home. Where will it be placed?"

God and Mara gasp. True, that they have not had time to prepare a room for Nendra and also all his equipment.

"Geez, mbok Darmi is right, I am the same God forgot to prepare everything. Then how can Nendra get this baby clothes and crib?"

"Anu Nyah, I borrowed from mothers who had just given birth to their daughters."

"Oh my God .. Why did I forget this? I think it's still next month you'll be born darling, so I haven't prepared all to welcome the birth of our son. It turned out that he wanted to be born sooner than the day of his birth forecast," said the God who also slightly cursed his stupidity.

Spring, God took the phone from inside his pants pocket. Later then...

"Hallo, brother of Vishnu!"

"...."

"Sister, please prepare a nursery for Brother's nephew huh. Just buy all the gear. From diapers, clothes, sweaters, shoes, bedongs and everything related to baby supplies."

"...."

"Aaahhh just a problem like this is not what you can do? Already, just before Mara and my son are out of the hospital, the room for my son should be ready!"

Tut's.... Tut's.... Tutt's...

"Relax dear, brother Vishnu will prepare everything for our son."

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