An Overdose of Love
The process of welcoming the little one

My days are full of tension because the day of labor is coming. I was so overwhelmed with anxiety and anxiety, for fear of things would not go well. Because this was the first experience, so I was so scared and agitated, that plus no husband could accompany me.

"O Allah, strengthen me in the process of giving birth to my heart. I'm so scared that this process doesn't go my way, so give me the courage to go through it all. Hope everything goes well and smoothly, amen!" my prayer in my heart.

I don't know why this acute fear was so upon me, and my mother always calmed me down as if she knew all too well that I was so worried about this soon-to-be-born child.

"Why are you crying, son?" ask my mother as I lay down.

"Today, not pa-pa ma'am!" I replied while removing the tears and restyling the body to immediately sit down.

"Mom knows very well what you're feeling right now, so don't be so sad. There are fathers and mothers who will help and love you" he said while stroking my hair slowly.

"So yesterday was so afraid of my son's fate, ma'am. How can I raise him well, while I take care of myself is not wise. What if one day he's gonna ask his biological father, who, meanwhile, I don't want to go back to that broken past. Will my son be well-bodied when I have failed to live my own life? I love my son very much, but will he love me too, when he has the heart to separate him from his father. I'm so scared, mom. When someone else was pregnant with her husband, I had to work hard to keep our lives. I am very worried if this delivery does not go well, when the person I need is not on the side," I said with tears began to pour down my cheeks.

"You don't suck at thinking that. Everything is arranged in such a way and becomes the will of God. You are a strong woman and always patient, until God always gives you trials for the sake of endless trials, because you are a great woman who can always pass it well. Do not think strangely, and inculcate all events that are okay. God is fair, so do not think too much about your child's life later. Give up all these circumstances, and you will be able to go through them calmly. I know you are so scared, because no man will accompany you on these stressful days. Is there not us who are ready to help you, so do not worry about things that worsen your condition, only" said soft advice mother, who immediately embraced my body.

"Yes mom. Thank ye. Maybe I don't know any more about my life now, if you didn't help me. You are so kind, that I am none of you. Thank you and love back what only I can give" I replied.

"Yes, Karin. It's okay, we sincerely care for and love you, so don't think strangely. The important thing now is to think about what's okay, for your child's future" explained the mother.

"Yes, ma'am."

Both of us have been swept away crying over the fate I am suffering now. The unfortunate fate that was siding, as if it had become my control to continue to advance in the future, but thanks to the strength of my son who always accompanied me above the joys and sorrows, but, I can finally get back on top of all this.

Lunch for the family also began to prepare, with the help of the mother to prepare everything, namely arranging dishes, spoons, rice and side dishes. It's Sunday, so I'm off to teach and I'm at home now.

Preng, the sound of the plate suddenly dropped.

"Astagfirullah, what's up Karin?" asked the mother who was watching me already sitting holding my stomach.

"Aaaaa .. sick mom, sick!" I complained on the stomach that began to mules.

"Let's get up" said mom, let me sit properly.

"Can't, ma'am!' luhku refused.

"What's this, ma'am?"

"No idea, sir."

"Are you going to give birth soon? But isn't it still around a few weeks?" ask the father who suddenly came because he was shocked at the sound of the plate falling.

"It's possible, sir. How's this? It looks like Karin is really going to give birth now" said the panicked mother who had touched me, who was struggling with tears.

"Let's take him to the hospital" said the father's proposal.

"Yes, sir. Right ... right, come on sir, spiel!" I can't wait for Mom to say.

"All right, you guys wait here for a second. You will try to rent a neighbor's car only, so that later it will be easier to bring Karin's body," replied the father of the tangent.

"Yes, sir."

My face has been grimy in unbearable pain again, due to the stomach feels stirred up mules once. Waist pain was not restrained, until repeatedly the mother stroked the part slowly, while waiting for the arrival of the car that the father meant. The tears had dried up but still wanted to cry, while enduring the pain that I could no longer endure.

"Come, mom. Come on, hurry ..fast!" ask the father who has come with the person who rents the car.

"Yes, sir!" replied the mother who was now starting to help me stand up.

"Slow down, son."

"Sick, mom!" my lament can't stand it.

"Patience and hold for a while," said the mother.

Because it was not strong to walk, I was finally lifted by the father who was helped by the hired car driver, while the mother just escorted us from behind with her hands carrying a bag with my clothes and the baby needed.

With lightning fast the car has been run. Mom and I sat in the back trying to calm me down by constantly telling me to take off and breathe out slowly.

Dert ... dert, suddenly my salary held by my father has sounded.

[Hallo, assalamualaikum]

There was the sound of a man calling, which seemed to be Chris's voice

[Walaikumsalam, sir. Oh yeah, where are you guys? The door is closed and locked]

[We are now taking Karin to the hospital, because she seems to have contracted and is about to give birth]

[Really? Then I will soon follow there. Give me the address, sir]

[Yes, Chris. We're heading to Kasih mother xxx hospital, Jln. Jasmine, No. 115]

[Okay, we'll wait]

Tut .. tut, the call has been completed.

Stomach pain will be sore, nausea, mules really already felt in stirring into one. Because from this morning has not had time to eat breakfast, due to laziness while the morning feels pain in the stomach area, until now it becomes a real pain and feels stomach acid starting to rise.

In a hurry I was again lifted by two people to enter the hospital area. While enduring the pain that is not restrained anymore, now I lie weak with my hands are being installed infusion because the body is not strong anymore. The face was so pale, that many times it had already vomited.

"The mother is patient and patient, yes. This is not the time to give birth because it is still opening five, so wait a few more minutes to wait for the delivery process later" said the nurse.

"Yes, sister. Thank you!" answer mom friendly.

You have been busy taking care of the letters of this process, until your mother who must be alone waiting for me.

"Aaah .. aaaa, ma'am is sick. Please ma'am," I'm in pain again.

"Is this really sick?" ask me to panic.

"Yes, mom. I can't stand it, aaaaah!" I answered, who continued to fumble in pain.

"Yes .. Yes, wait here, I'll call the doctor first. You calm down here first," The panic of the mother who has now run away left me.

Finally the doctor and the nurse came immediately, just a few seconds as the mother called. It turns out that sure enough, the awaited and stressful time will soon begin.

"Where's her husband? Will her mother need support during labor?" ask doctor.

Mom could not answer the question, and I could not speak because in my head I could only think of pain.

"Hallo, buk .. mother, where is this adek husband?" Repeat ask the doctor.

"His husband is working far away, so cannot accompany this process" the mother replied lying.

"Yes, no pa-pa. Let the mother accompany this scene" explained the female doctor, whose age may be half a century.

"Good, doc."

The infusion hose is still attached, with the condition of the mouth getting worse already vomiting continues. The head starts to get dizzy with the body getting weaker due to repeatedly expending energy.

"Aaah .. sick, ma'am sick .. sick," my body couldn't stand it.

"Istigfar. Astagfirullah .. astagfirullah," said mother guided me.

"But, mom. I'm not strong" I replied in pain.

"Don't say it hurts, but say it istigfar!" added mother prevent when I continue to complain can not stand.

Tok .. tok, suddenly there was a knocking sound while in the middle of my process in the struggle.

"Sorry to disturb, I want to accompany my wife," said Chris who had arrived who suddenly cheered in without being told.

"Oh, yes please .. please," replied the friendly doctor.

Chris came up to me and held my hand tightly.

"You accompany him well, I can only pray that this will end quickly and Karin is strong to live it" said the mother before leaving and replaced by Chris.

"Yes, mom. Thanks for allowing.

Sweaty sweat had flooded my entire body, with my hands clasping firmly onto Chris's.

"I've been strong Chris," said I was manic but could not shed tears, so strong to withstand the pain.

"You can patiently endure. Take a deep breath and take it out slowly," replied Chris trying to calm me down

"Yes, deck. You have to put up with this pain, take a deep breath and exhale slowly" the doctor said.

With all my might what the doctor said I continued to follow. Chris kissed me many times on the cheek that had shed tears, and his hand kept wiping the sweaty sweat. So patient and painstaking she accompanied me, as the moments of the birthing process between life and death were in struggle.

The sound of crying bayipun finally echoed loudly once, after a struggle to endure the pain for almost half an hour. The tiny baby was still covered in blood was now being held by Chris, because the sound of the echo of the Adzan had him girded immediately in the ear of my little baby. Unceasingly the melts of water continued to flow profusely, for what Chris was doing now.

"If you were Adrian's brother, I wouldn't be this sad. You are so good to have received my son who is not your own flesh and blood. Thank you Chris, you've made the Adhan for my son, the first time he's seen this world," I said tearfully staring at the action of Chris.

Chris' smile unceasingly emanated happily, when the child he was carrying just now, he could feel a touch of softness of his skin. For some reason as intense as the scene had looked pitiful in front of me, which was when Chris also shed tears, but as fast as lightning he also removed because he might be ashamed.

"Congratulations, deck. Finally after the exhausting struggle the child you bear has now been born with the kel*m*n type of woman," said the doctor wanted to show the child who has been championed.

"Yes, doc. Thank you." Thank you."

Happiness continues to be emanated by both adoptive parents, but it does not feel happy for me, because sadness due to the mind is dominated by grief when his biological father can not see it.

"Well, why are you so hopeful for Adrian's brother who has hurt you, Karin. Forget her Karin, just think about your son's future now. Isn't there Chris now who can make you happy, so throw away the thought of your brother who br*ngs*k," the heart murmur who returned to thinking strangely.