We Finally Married!
At home only
Enough of that Namira followed a bunch of pregnant yoga. He learned it himself at home. He began diligently walking before leaving for the clinic and also looked at lectures while sitting on a pregnant ball. Arnav supports Namira's decision as long as it doesn't stress his wife out.
"Namira, when did you start your leave? I can talk about it with Serkan." Arnav opens the conversation while feeding Namira ice cream.
"I won't take a leave before I give birth. I'll take all the leave after giving birth. Three months' leave." Namira still recorded the material delivered by his lecturer.
"I wonder, why don't you panic at all? I used to know you as a panicked girl." Chirp Arnav.
"Even if I panic, things don't go well. I was nervous, but I was trying to control it. There's a life I'm betting on." Namira Bright.
"It's very clever." Arnav pecks Namira's cheek.
The girl tried to calm down when in fact she blushed in embarrassment.
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Namira began to feel very heavy. He began to have trouble sleeping and even a little difficulty breathing.
"Namira, I'll drop you off and pick you up from now on." Arnav's orders are not bear to see his wife driving a car.
"Well, I'll bother if I want to stop by." Namira Gerrutu.
"I'll come by." Arnav said indifferently as he walked towards his car. It's already March so the man is getting more alert on Namira's condition.
The clinic is running as usual. Every once a week Namira will ask permission not to participate in routine meeting activities because they have to check her pregnancy. Arnav is also increasingly alert to prepare all the needs of his wife.
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Entering April, Namira often experiences pseudo contractions. He proved the theory of pregnancy that has been studied so far. One day while Namira was at home with Ijah maam, she felt regular contractions. He began to prepare his useless bag.
"Bu Ijah, I go first. If you are finished cleaning up later, please put the key in the flower pot. Then come back here tomorrow to clean up. Even if it's not dirty, keep cleaning, ma'am." Pinta Namira holding her backpack.
"Where are you going?" Ask Bu Ijah to panic. He thought his master would leave.
"I go to the hospital first. I'll call Arnav." Later." Answer Namira. He also ordered a taxi while continuing to breathe every time the contraction occurred.
"It looks like it's only opening one or two." Mumbled.
Namira drove to the Mother and Child Hospital. He was taken to the observation room. The clock shows at two o'clock in the afternoon. He tried to play games while calming his pain.
The clock switched to the four-afternoon figure. Arnav must have been going home. He told Ijah to call Arnav at four o'clock. The pain is getting worse now. Namira is still trying to regulate his breathing even though his back also hurts every time he breathes. Now he enters the four openings.
"Hello bu Ijah, what's wrong?" Arnav is packing up at the office.
"Bu Namira went by taxi to the hospital sir." Answer ma'am Ijah.
"HUH? Namira wants to give birth?" Arnav yells.
"It looks so." Answer ma'am Ijah. He was confused what to answer because his employer's face looked relaxed when he was about to leave.
Arnav turned off his phone and immediately darted towards the car park.
"Sir Arnav! What's up?" Shouted Vita.
"I'm in a hurry!" Shouted Arnav. He drove his car at full speed until police officers detained him in the middle of the road.
"Maad sir, my wife is about to give birth." Arnav.
The policeman looked into Arnav's car.
"You didn't bring anyone, sir!" Strictly that cop.
"Yes indeed! My wife gave birth in the hospital. He's already in the hospital." Arnav explained nervously and quickly as he was very panicked and in a hurry.
"When you are in the hospital, it means you are safe. You must not violate because it harms others. It's not just you who have a family." The police sir.
"Then how?" Arnav asked in frustration.
"You're ticketed. Please pay the fine or meet in court." Rigorously.
"I've paid the fine." Gerrutu Arnav while taking out his wallet.
"Please come with me to the office." Take the police.
Arnav ruffled his hair in annoyance.
The ticketing business just finished at six in the afternoon. Namira had already experienced the opening of six and the water of his establishment had also seeped. He was in more pain and was about to push, but he knew it was fatal because the opening was not complete. Later the tears that occur will be wider. Namira started meditating and shifted his concentration by playing games. Arnav finally arrived and entered.
"Namira, are you okay? Sorry I'm late." Arnav's words are lethargic.
"It's okay." Namira endured her pain.
"What can I do?" He looked at Namira with pity. Sweat pours from his temples.
"Tell the nurse to move me. I don't want to give birth in an observation room that contains many pregnant women. Their moaning sucks." Complain Namira.
Arnav according. At first Namira had told the doctor who handled it but because there was no companion on Namira's side, the doctor became hesitant.
Namira was moved and began to curl up while continuing to catch her breath. He also continues to mutter to his prospective children that his son is a smart child and certainly will not bother his parents.
Arnav who still wears work clothes can not bear to leave Namira for a second. The clock shows half-eight nights and the openings that occur only up to seven. The nurse provides dinner for Namira and Arnav because her husband chooses VVIP services.
Arnav painstakingly feeds his wife even though every contraction begins to come, Namira becomes unappetizing. Suddenly the pain grew stronger. Arnav immediately called a doctor who of course he was a female doctor.
"It's a complete opening. Let's get ready!" The doctor codes the midwife next to him.
He began to give Namira a cue to breathe and push without sound. Little by little the baby's head appeared. Arnav continued to kiss Namira on the forehead while whispering, "We can love!"
Three times after straining, the baby was born crying loudly. Arnav kisses Namira's lips many times and says that Namira is great. His wife did not even yell or thrash him like her office colleagues talked about their experiences.
"Congratulations, baby boy is born." Said the midwife while handing the baby who was still wrapped in blood to Namira to get the Early Breastfeeding Initiation.
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