For My Brother and Mother
Childbirths

Has entered the fasting month of day 5.

That afternoon, as usual, I cooked a side dish to break it open later with my family.

What I look forward to most when fasting is, breaking up together at one dining table.

My sister Nara was the most excited when it opened.

When opening.

There's me, my sister, my husband Satria.

My mom used to open up at the back desk while waiting for my stepdad to come home.

Satria works a long distance, 1 hour drive from home, if not overtime he will always go home before breaking the fast.

Different from my stepfather.

He won't come until the magrib's time runs out, even if he comes, he can only bully Nara so as not to eat with us.

He doesn't want his son to be close to me.

When I was cooking, I felt something flowing at my feet.

I was like urinating without feeling, after I checked.

My membranes have broken...

I followed my mother's orders.

I took a shower and prepared to go to the hospital, the longer my amniotic fluid flowed..

I immediately called Satria to go home quickly.

"Where....pain sick..??" said Satria after arriving home.

"No, but the waters of the waters continue to flow" I said.

We got ready, before we went to the hospital, we stopped by the midwife clinic.

Turns out right, it's amniotic fluid.

I've opened 2.

Soon an ambulance arrived, taking me to the hospital.

That time,

I don't feel anything, neither do contractions.

When I got to the hospital, I walked myself into the delivery room, because there was no pain at all.

I lay in the patient's bed in the delivery room, the nurse put an infusion hose in my hand.

I checked the opening again, and my blood tension.

"Still opening 2 docks" said one of the sisters.

"Yes we have to stay first, while waiting for the complete opening" said the doctor.

Still 15 minutes the doctor left the delivery room, I started to feel my stomach break down, it felt like I was missing, my contractions started to appear.

The longer the more often.

Finally, Satria called the doctor again.

"Why buk..??" said the doctor examining my stomach, and checking my opening again.

"Have opened 4 buk, be patient first yes" said the doctor.

15 minutes later, the doctor returned and checked the opening again. Again another check, when did I give birth.??, my mind.

"Your, mas. This is still opening 4, we wait until 4 hours, if the opening does not increase we will refer to a large hospital" said the doctor explained the possibility.

I continued to recite the prayer of the prophet Jonah that I recited since I traveled to this hospital, I chanted incessantly.

To facilitate my labor, by the permission of God of course.

لَا إِلَٰهَ إِلَّا أَنْتَ سُبْحَانَكَ إِنِّي كُنْتُ مِنَ الظَّالِمِينَ

There is no God but You. Most Holy of You, I am among the unjust.

As God helped the prophet Jonah while he was being suckled by the whale, may Allah help me during the next delivery..Amynn....

I was getting heartburn, I was starting to feel unsettled, I couldn't stand it.

The doctor who saw me getting restless, checked my opening again.

"Already 7, prepare all the tools" said the doctor gestured to the nurse who helped him.

It felt like I could not be held back, my body wriggled with the pain, even Satria I did not mind when trying to calm me down.

I groan in pain.

"Dokk, until when to wait again.??", ask me to endure the pain.

"Propay buk, we wait for a complete opening first yes", said the doctor calmed me.

The doctor checked my opening again.

"It's 10.", he exclaimed.

The doctor began to position my legs and hands.

"Wait for my aba ya buk, if you feel there is an urge to push, push, center the groan in the stomach not in the throat, work with the baby" said the doctor gave instructions to me.

I followed all her words, I tried to unite with my baby, I also followed the doctor's aba.

Do not forget the prayer of the prophet Jonah I say always in my heart.

It didn't take long, 15 minutes later my baby's cry was heard for the first time.

As soon as my pain disappeared, I looked at my perfectly born baby boy, thank God.

They all shed happy tears, especially my mother.

It was as if the figure of my old mother, who loved me so much and was so gentle with me, was back then.

There was no grumpy and grim nature at the time.

The sisters purged my son, and Satria persecuted him according to our religious teachings.

Satria kissed my forehead.

"Thank you very much" said Satria.

There is nothing happier than this, when we are struggling to give birth to a baby, there is a faithful husband who accompanies, and appreciates our struggle.

It is more than enough for a woman, loved and cherished by her husband.

We stayed 2 days in the hospital.

After I recovered, I was allowed to go home.