Immaculacy
Waiting

And whosoever will take one look at me, Allah will take ten times to pray to him, and will wipe out ten bad things." Ahmad HR.

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Dzaki pov's

It's day 19, from the estimated birth schedule predicted by the gynecologist. But until now, there has been no sign of my wife giving birth.

His legs were already swollen, his circumference was getting blackened like the eyes of a panda.

Every night, I massaged her legs until she fell asleep, "Sorry, mas!" she used to say that every time I massaged her legs. I stroked the surface of his belly which was already very large, I read the shalawat over and over again, and I asked my son to speak, I told him, "Son, come out, it's time you saw the world, it's time you saw the world, pity your Umm if you stay in there too long, I miss seeing your face. Ummi you too, can't wait to carry you."

I read the shalawat again while rubbing his stomach, he kicked right in the palm of my hand that rubbed the belly of Umminya, so happy I felt it.

"O Allah, ease the process of his birth later, so that both of them, O God." The prayer I always asked for, the danger of freklamsia I thought was no longer threatening, because my wife's blood pressure was normal, and there was no problem whatsoever while pregnant, thank God. But the dangers of post-date, and asphyxia?.

"Don't ya, God. You are all good. Give it your best."

Now I understand more and more why the Prophet said to your mother, up to three repetitions. It turns out that this is how difficult it is to contain, so many risks are borne, others when the birth arrives. It turns out I know why Umar bin Khattab, who is famous for his fierce figure to his enemies, just kept quiet listening to his wife's nagging.

Wahnan 'ala wahnin, the increasing weakness, the difficult word to understand, when we do not experience it. But on the contrary, it will be so easily digested when we experience it ourselves.

I was always reminded of that dream, the same dream, as my wife told me in her diary. Where I push her wheelchair, recite her talbiah and push her while she is. I hope it's just a sleeping flower.

Sometimes I am ashamed of my wife. He who used to explode, emotions, jealousy, changed instantly when he knew that it would adversely affect the fetus they contain.

The second change he made to get better, after all, he changed because of his father. The more days I feel his sincerity in studying, the science of the afterlife he said. Seriously memorizing starting from his stomach is still flat until it has grown perfectly. Already 10 juz memorization, an achievement that is quite extraordinary in my opinion, may his persistence be inherited by my son later, and my son became the next, Sayyid Husein tabataba'i. As the Ummanya hope, the generation of Quran memorizers.

Her belief in God made her more eager to go through her pregnancy, not one bit I saw a stroke of worry on her sweet face.

I looked at his face that had started to fall asleep, with my left hand on his stomach, I laid my body beside him. May today, sleep well until dawn.

Mila pov

I looked at the calendar on the nightstand next to my bed, trying to count over and over again, there might be an error in my count of this pregnancy. I reopened my first USG check nearly 10 months ago.

Post-date pregnancy or late pregnancy is a pregnancy that is more than 42 weeks old. The problem of pregnancy over time is that the placenta is unable to provide nutrients and CO2/O2 exchange so that it has the risk of asphyxia until death in the womb. Decreased blood circulation to the placental circulation can result in :

**Fetal growth is slow

Changes in fetal metabolism

The water decreases and gets thicker

Some fetuses gain weight, thus requiring labor**.

Decreased nutrients and O2 to the fetus that cause asphyxia and at any time can die in the womb.

(from the Doctor's click)

"O Allah, you who are all Mercy, protect the servant-baby, O Allah. Nothing is impossible if you will. No matter how great human science, it will not be able to keep pace with Your knowledge."

"It's okay, Neng. Maybe a baby. Aunty's neighbor also had something like that, pregnant for up to 10 months. The birth was normal and the baby was healthy as well." I remembered bi Lastri's words a few days ago.

"I, according to My servant's expectation, I am with him when he remembers me, If he remembers Me alone, I will remember him in Me, If he remembers Me in a group, If he remembers Me in a group,I'll remember it in a better group than that (a group of Angels)." (Hadith History of Bukhori and Muslims.)

What to fear is that God is with me, the prayers of my four parents are always with me, and my husband is always on my guard.

My legs are getting swollen, others with my eyes already like pandas, sometimes I am ashamed of my husband, I can not keep my appearance. May he love me, as he once did.

I'm so grateful to have a husband like him, every day my husband massages my legs which sometimes cramp, and are already so big like a football player's legs, "madona face, Maradona's feet." haha... I remembered the slogan, if Madona's face is okay, it's me. Let alone Madona, the image of Kirana is far crazy!.

"Sorry, mom!" I felt disrespectful as he massaged my legs. The massage made me sleepy. She stroked my already huge belly, I could hardly believe it, so I could feel the pleasure of this pregnancy. Shalawat said it over and over again, I let out his voice, took the child in my stomach to tell me, the kick from the inside made him laugh. I wanted to laugh, but my sleepiness became more and more unstoppable. I put my left hand next to my stomach, as if holding it in there. I hope I can sleep well tonight, until dawn.

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