Wonder Women's
Time for the Cumil Launc
It turns out that even with the word Caesar I have to undergo also contractions given a booster injection. And also feel pain like people want to give birth normally. Every opening after opening I went through with my older brother accompanying me. He was so patient, that in the dressing room, holding me back, limped to feel the moving gift of God.
Want the lahiran who awaits the older brother, thought the husband. The second son of my mother's father I support to be the person who should be Old. even he who is willing to wait for his sister patiently, his affection exceeds anyone. He gave me a helping hand I prayed to Robb for ease of delivery later.
The loss of my sorrow for my husband like that. Raised my heart and my brother said, "you're not alone, there's me who's keeping you. Until your husband comes. I will be the substitute for our Hajj Father and the Mother who has left us. Don't be sad, God will always be with you."
O Allah, my brother, I am moved by your words. During the operation I always remembered my brother's wishes. The brother who was always close from the time I was in college until now who I have a family. Thank you brother.
When approaching the opening that was about to give birth like a normal person I was taken by my husband to the operating room. There was already a friendly medical team, full of jokes and doctors who suggested my baby should be born soon.
That's when my brother left me, and it was in this cold room. When dissected all I remember is my brother's spirit. Until I realized, out of the operating room but not completely drugged me the leg is missing. Still feels pained. How my son, what his face was like, who my son was with, had he heard his Adhan.
When I realized that with the anesthetic that was almost gone, I was moved in a room that had my sisters waiting for my arrival. Say thank you and don't forget they kissed me who was lying on the bed.
In the morning I was met with a little baby named Rasya. It's funny how he is. Good-looking boy, may you not fight like your father. May you understand and understand your mother's prayer.
One day later and by the second day I was taught to get out of bed. You must recover faster, so that you do not trouble your husband. Forgive me my sister, we love you. We know your condition and we can't keep quiet you're treated as you normally receive.
My two older sisters fought hard for me to get out of bed, hold back stitches in my stomach, cry grimacing I had to hold on. So that I can go home quickly 3 days. And when my brother was both no longer waiting and sure enough what they were worried about me. That mean husband came back evil to me. Rough and snapping.
Though already know the woman after giving birth should be given attention not to be told this first, do not be yelled at, do not be scolded first. That doesn't mean anything to me. I am lucky to have brothers who love me. Until they know very well must teach the anticipation of his sister after they died. And today is the second day that I give birth to my son.
