The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 116. ..... Baby (3)

I tried to finish the rice that was not exhausted from earlier. However, I suddenly felt stomach cramps that were so painful, the waist felt depressed. I held the doorknob of the room tightly while squatting. I walked to the bed. Stretching my stomach hoping the cramps can be reduced.

"Why are you eating right away?" azzam's voice rebuked suddenly. "That's not over yet, baby. Mubazir," he said, saw the rice on the table still half-remaining.

It's been three nights I've been staying at my mom's house since Fikri and Sarah's wedding was over.

"It's not strong. Abi just spent it."

"Yes, but don't lie down immediately after eating." He approached while wiping the area of my head. He took some pillows and piled them on the back. "Let's wake up, baby."

"Why? It hurt?" she asked as she heard my little ringing as I slowly inched to justify my position.

"Not just a little cramp. Go there, get the rice. Who has Nisa." It's according to what I said.

The night was at two in the morning. I suddenly woke up with pain in the lower abdomen. Yep, again I call it a regular cramp and I have not told Azzam. Not too strong, but enough to keep me from sleeping. I tried to close my eyes, but I failed every time the pain came from discomfort.

It's been 45 seconds but it's still cramping. I'm starting to feel weird, I don't feel like it's a regular cramp. I think I'm a real contraction!

The brain starts to not focus. The stomach is getting worse. I tried to catch my breath to calm myself down.

I have twice shaken the body of Azzam sleeping next to me. He hasn't even woken up yet. I finally got up, and walked around the room a little bit. Hope the pain subsides for a while.

After that I returned to the edge of the bed, accompanied by a small ring. Until I heard Azzam mutter.

"Astagfirullah, I'm sorry it's almost dawn."

"Dear you're awake?" his tank.

I just kept quiet. Not lazy to answer the question, I was just enduring the pain.

"Ssssttt. "Sickness.." I see.

"Sisa. Sa-honey. It hurt?" He also caressed it.

"It hurts so much" I close my eyes, a sign of really enduring the excruciating pain.

With a slightly panicked voice Azzam called out to mother.

Mother with a step fused and a little hanging came to see me. I cried when my mother came and hugged her.

"Hust... You are calm, son. Now try to catch your breath. So Nisa's a little quiet." Directions.

Azzam came closer and sat hugging me from behind. "The strong dear."

I tried to swallow my saliva with difficulty while holding back the mules.

"We'd better get to the hospital now." I spoke to Azzam.

"Mother, this is true Nisa will be the birth. Considering it's not time yet, ma'am."

Is correct. The birth schedule is still very far away. My gestational age was just about to turn eight months old. It seems that Boy had to be born prematurely.

"There are many cases of babies being born prematurely, and the medical world will explain them specifically. Now we'd better get your wife to the hospital"

It's three o'clock past ten minutes. All were in the car to the Harapan Bunda hospital.

Fifteen minutes of travel passed. Azzam went down the highway to call the doctor and the nurse of the hospital.

Mom helped get my body out of the car. Only until the entrance threshold of RS two sisters deftly came directly to us and moved my body to the top of the gurney.

"Hold dear. You must be strong." Many times Azzam gave a kiss and gently rubbed my hand.

Some of the sisters in charge of handling me directly brought to the room section to prepare for labor. After that, then the two sisters said excuse me to prepare equipment for childbirth.

Azzam nodded his head and the two nurses came out.

"Darling" she always tried to stay next to me. Her hand was still outstretched rubbing her future baby who would soon see the world. And somehow the pain slowly faded away with a gentle swipe from her.

"Is it better?" azzam asked and then looked at me who was also looking at him.

"Little," I answered, which made both corners of Azzam's lips lift upwards.

He took a tissue on the nightstand and wiped it on my sweaty forehead. Then his hands spread a bottle of water.

"Drink first..." I gulped down the mineral water in half the bottle.

"Nisa wants something? Let brother buy it."

I shook my head. Right now I really don't taste to eat anything. Maybe I was too worried. I don't know either.

Suddenly my tears fell.

"Hey baby why are you crying. Don't do this. Brother becomes unbearable dear to see you begin. If I could let my brother take the place of the pain. That's all." He rubbed the traces of tears that passed down my cheeks.

Azzam went up to the bed and carried my body in his arms.

"A lot of interest dear. Fear not, there is a brother here, and will always be next to Nisa. Everything will be fine" whispered Azzam ketelingaku accompanied by rubbing the back up and down.

This time the contract came starting in a row with close intervals. The sentence istigfar, tasbih continued to be spoken in the heart, when the pain back whack.

Istighfar hoped that God would forgive him along with this pain. Pray while remembering that only God can avoid all the bad during this labor. Hamdalah because of gratitude that God is willing to give the pleasure of contractions as a sign that the labor process continues to progress.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Son, how now?” ask Umi who just arrived.

Not yet able to answer, suddenly the extraordinary contraction came again. My breath began to sting. I hugged the little gymball in front of me as I crumpled with pain.

Maybe Azzam knows how I feel right now. Finally, he explained everything to the uminya.

Hamidah's mother, Ahsan's father and Umi Salamah were standing to my right. I looked at them one by one.

I apologize sincerely to them for their mistakes and sins to my father and mother-in-law as well. I asked them for their prayers so that everything would go well.

"We've forgiven Nisa. Mother's dear son. You have nothing wrong with mom and dad. All of us here will always pray for the health and safety of Nisa who is currently struggling to become a mother" replied Bu Hamidah representing the family.

And suddenly felt such a strong push from the birth canal. Makes me growl in pain.

"The waters of the establishment have broken." said Umi Salamah who then immediately asked her son to call the sisters.

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After passing through opening after opening. Until the doctor moved me to the delivery room, all the equipment had been attached to the body. The infusion has also been perfectly stuck in the hand.

The whole family is waiting outside. The doctor only allows the husband to accompany this labor process.

Azzam stood beside me. His grasp he never let go as he whispered the verses of the Koran into my ear softly. Inviting me to always be special, to stop Allah.

"It's ready, Mom. Now I take a deep breath and push. Come one... Two... Three... Push Mom. Yes good push it even stronger" exclaimed the female doctor interrupting.

"Akkhh.... Huhhuhhh"

Squeezing and grasping Azzam's hand tightly, like telling him how painful it is to get a baby out of a woman's womb.

"Yes, let's get even more excited. The baby's head is already visible!" the beautiful doctor returned.

"A little more baby." Azzam shed tears. How during the struggle he was endlessly chanting the words prayer beads.

Back to taking a deep breath. Utilizing the remnants of my energy to push back.

Ooekkkk... Ooeekk...

The sound of the tiny baby crying filled the delivery room.

Azzam drew his face closer. "Honey our son was born. You did it" he said, then peeked at my forehead and immediately saw his son.

"Congratulations. The baby is a boy" the doctor said, showing the little red baby to Azzam. Tears were shed immediately to see a small, red baby in the doctor's arms.

I can't believe I'm going through all this myself. My heart skipped a beat staring at the weak little creature.

"Weight is 2.2 kg in length 45 cm. All organs are complete. But the baby must be put in an inqubator. We'll clean the baby's father first and then you can complain."

The doctor said our baby had to be put into an incubator because it was born prematurely. Babies who are born prematurely must be treated with an incubator because the temperature regulation of his body is not stable and he will be easily cold. Incubator can keep the temperature of a room to keep the temperature constant and stable. The temperature of the incubator is set and adjusted to the birth weight.

"Thank God, thank you, baby. Thank you," while fusing our foreheads together. While the baby is being cleaned by the nurse.

God has given us an amazing experience in the role of a woman. An event that is so thrilling, moving, and full of wisdom in delivering a human born into the world. It was an event that made me even more convinced that man could only plan, but God best determined destiny for the servant.

This process from pregnancy to childbirth teaches that how extraordinary is the sacrifice as a parent, especially a mother. When pregnant alone, a lot of changes occur in the body that result in gradual fatigue.

Seek to understand and take wisdom from the high position of parents in Islam. In essence, at least the parents for the education and care of their children can not beat the magnitude of their sacrifice and love. Therefore, there was no loophole and reason to then hurt their hearts.

Hopefully in the rest of my age and husband, we can be a devoted child for our parents, as well as being a good parent for our child.

Isakan haru back to leave when the family one by one embrace me. Share your love with the presence of a new family in their midst.

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"Father can complain about it, after that it can come out."

Azzam sighed and wiped his tears. Slowly, he brought his face back to his son's little ear, and began to accuse him.

With a melodious and soft sound the Adhan flowed beautifully into the ears of the baby boy who was sleeping quietly. His hand gently rubbed his son's thin hair. Then it moves to a very small finger.

Before leaving his son. Azzam stared with two eyes closed.

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