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My mother died when Isma was pregnant

At his father's house, Isma prepared food.

"The house is now quieter, no mother is always sitting in this chair. The house feels cold and quiet. There is only one father who lives here.

Well father is alone because mother has returned to his heaven."

Day by day, Isma's stomach grew bigger. Her pregnancy is getting closer to delivery.

He looks more sincere and accustomed to no longer having a mother on his side.

Her pregnancy was seven months. Isma was curious about her gender.

He went to check the contents.

"Excuse me doc...!"

"Mother Isma.... Please come in."

" It's seven months old, Mom, pregnancy...?"

"Yes.... Doc...!!'

"We'll check first...."

Isma lay down and looked at the computer screen. The baby moves in her stomach.

"Alhamdulillah.... The baby is healthy." Doctor's talk.

"What gender is doc...?"

"Female Ma'am..."

"Alhamdulillah...." Isma.

"But this is the position of his son is still breech. Later we love the movements of pregnant gymnastics, the goal is to position the child perfectly towards the birth canal."

"Oh that's it doc..."

After home, Isma immediately practiced gymnastics that was told by the doctor. He hopes his son's position is no longer breech.

Every day patiently Isma does gymnastics huh.

One month later Isma went back to check her contents.

"Where is Isma saying...?" Ask doctor.

"Alhamdulillah... Healthy doc.

I'd like to check again doc. You see, last month the position of the child in the cage I breech."

"Oh yes, ma'am... Bismillah, I hope the results are good." Answer doctor.

"Mother lay down first yes, we check the contents."

Then Isma lay down.

The doctor began to swipe his computer mouse.

"The position has been rather good, insyaallah if more diligent again his sport, towards childbirth his position is already good." Obviously doctor.

Every day with a routine, Isma did gymnastics taught by doctors, until the age of nine months pregnant.

At the age of her pregnancy is getting closer to the process of birth, Isma increasingly stubborn. That will be his first experience. Plus there was no longer a mother figure who always accompanied him. But it was fortunate that Isma had very good in-laws, who could understand Isma.

"The day is getting closer to the estimated day of birth (HPL).ok still no sign of giving birth yes...?" Isma said to her husband.

"Patience... Maybe it's not time yet." Answer Fikri.

Days changed again, but Isma had not yet felt any signs of giving birth.

And it's past the estimated day of birth.

Isma was patiently waiting.

Until after the Maghrib prayer, Isma noticed there were brownish spots. He thought it was not one of the signs that it was approaching the time of giving birth.

Before long adzan isya reverberated. At that time Isma's stomach felt tight. There was a slight sense of heartburn he felt.

"Mas, there was a brownish spot out. Now my stomach has a little heartburn." Isma said to her husband.

"Now how is it still heartburn...?" Ask Fikri.

"Yes there is still heartburn..."

More and more night..... The heartburn is getting stronger. Isma began to feel uncomfortable sitting or lying down.

"Mas... How come the more here the heartburn huh...??

"Yes, we called a midwife...!"

Fikri called his mother first,

"Mom... Please come here. I'm going to go to the midwife for a minute!"

"Isma's been contracting, son...?" Ask Fikri's mother.

"Yes Ma... He said he was starting to feel heartburn."

"Yes already... I'm there now."

"Wait a minute Is... Let's wait for mom first. I'll go get the midwife to check your contents."

Before long... Fikri's father and mother came.

"Yes there, son.... If you want to call a midwife. Let Isma and the father who accompanied Isma here." Fikri's mother.

Meanwhile, Isma tried to call her father.

"Sir... Isma was starting to feel heartburn."

"Where are you now, son..?" Ask Isma's father.

"Isma is still at home sir... Mas Fikri is now calling midwives."

"Oh yes... Now go straight to your house."

The midwife came.

"Where can I see first. Let's go check it out..."

Isma went into her room, and was examined.

After a few minutes, the midwife came out.

"Yes... Isma was showing signs of giving birth. I check now it's opening one."

"Oh yes... Mum..." Answer Fikri.

"Now at home, wait until the next opening. If it's close, we'll take it to Puskesmas." Obviously doctor.

The clock has shown ten o'clock at night. The midwife tried to check Isma's opening.

"Let's check again." Bring midwife.

Isma's stomach is getting heartburn.

"Now it has opened two. If you can sleep, you can sleep first." Speak to Isma.

Time keeps turning. At one night the midwife checked back on Isma. I hope the opening has increased.

But after checking it remains the same.

"How many openings have you opened...?" Ask Fikri.

"Still opening two."

Then the midwife asked Isma's father.

"Sir... Sorry is there a history of the family giving birth to her legs first...?"

"Why is it, ma'am...?" Ask Isma's father.

"This Sir... There's weirdness... From the opening. The opening should have been more than two. Isma now bleeding like menstruation. I'm trying to check, that's on the birth canal like it's not the baby's head downstairs."

"Keep how Mom... What to do...?" Tanya Fikri was very worried.

"If until three o'clock it's still opening two, we take Isma to the hospital. Let's check more fully." Say midwife.

Isma was getting sicker, her stomach was heartburn. It is not good to sit or lie down. Her husband kept stroking her back.

"Patience to you, son.... Keep thinking in your heart." Said the father.

Isma nodded her head.

It's three o'clock, time for the midwife to check again.

"Let's check it again..."

Isma was examined and Isma was still bleeding from the birth canal.

"Where's Mom...?" Ask Isma's father.

The midwife shook her head.

"Still opening two... And the blood is still out of the birth canal. Now we're taking him to the hospital."

"Don't forget to bring all the maternity gear and baby gear..."

They're getting ready to go to the hospital.

Isma has given up whatever will happen. He just wants his baby to survive.

Arriving at the hospital, Isma was immediately taken to the USG. There Isma checked by the obstetrician.

"It can't give birth normally." Doctor's talk.

"Why doc..?" Ask Fikri.

"The position of the placenta is below, there will definitely be bleeding." Obviously doctor.

"This should be a Caesarean operation immediately. I checked her baby's heartbeat was getting tighter." Added doctor.

Without a second thought, Fikri immediately agreed.

"Please perform a Caesarean operation now doc. The important thing is my son and wife are safe." Fikri.

"Good... Now do the surgery preparation." The doctor said to his assistant.

Isma shed her tears. He remembered everything about his mother.

"Patience... Robust... Surely can..." Say Fikri while tucking Isma's forehead.

"Strong, son.... Healthy you and the baby..." Father said.

Fikri's mother was crying.... Seeing his son-in-law about to perform a caesarean.

"Strong.yes son... You and your baby are safe and sound." Fikri's mother.

Then the nurse took Isma into the operating room.