My Boss Samuel's
127. Childbirths

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I've been lying on the delivery bed. There's doctor Lala and a couple of sisters in front of me. Pain continued to attack my stomach...so sick and heartburn, it seems my son is really impatient to meet his parents.

I looked at Sam who had always been faithful to accompany me while holding my hand with both hands. His face looked restless, I knew he might be scared. Sam kept peeping at the back of my hand and forehead, all I could do was reply with a smile. Yes, although actually a little forced. I just want Sam to know that if we're gonna be okay, me and our son are gonna fight together.

“Dok, the opening is complete.” Said one of the nurses.

“Good, then let's start the delivery.” Doctor Lala said later. “Mother Adelia, please follow according to my instructions, yes.” Its effects.

I nodded and started to breathe. “Bismillah.” Sam nodded and clasped my hand tighter.

“Yak, set the breath and then push as hard as you can.”

“Iya, let's get a little more.”

“Driven.” That's the instruction Lala's doctor always said.

I must try my hardest to get to meet my little angel soon.

“Come, darling. You can spirit.” Sam clasped my hand tightly while continuing to give me spirit. Every now and then weaned and wiped away the sweat that flooded my forehead and temples.

“A little more, push.”

Finally ...

“Oeeekkk ..”

And that night finally, our first child, a baby boy, was born.

Her loud crying sounds filled this delivery room. I saw Sam gnawing with a clear liquid dripping from his eyes, he smiled at me and then kissed my forehead, a very long kiss.

“Thank you, dear.” His speech.

I smiled with my eyes closed, but could not help the tears that started flowing from there.

Now I am a mother. It turns out this is how the sacrifice of a mother giving birth to her child, is amazing. Now my little family is complete.

After I gave my first breast milk to my baby, there was not much I could remember. I can only remember the tiny face so sweet that was sleeping in my arms. And Sam's face or what he's going to call Daddy just keeps peeping at my forehead while occasionally wiping his tears.

My body felt weak and my vision began to grow.

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Axcello Gavin Dilaga was born with a weight of three to five kilograms. Big enough for a baby. Her skin was reddish, her hair was dense and her lips were so red and petite.

“Like you yes, Sam.” Sam turned to look at Mama who was right next to him. He smiled, staring at one of the wonders he witnessed for himself his birth in this world.

How I as his wife have fought so hard for the sake of our son.

My condition is still a little weak, because I just woke up from my sleep. While Sam has been carrying our little son since birth until now, it has been two hours.

“On lay, Sam. Later spoiled loh.” Sam smiled at Mama.

“Still wanting to meluk.” He answered while kissing Axcello's forehead who was still asleep.

“Wah, handsome really niece Uncle.” Aroon came with Rafael and looked at Axcello's little face. “That you look so good, Sam?”

“Iya. Cheating lo Brother, Adel time not part at all.” Raffael commented.

“See dong.” Tristan went to see his nephew. The three big men are now huddling to see my son.

As soon as I heard the news that I was going to give birth to all my family members and Sam's family immediately gathered. And be a lot like this.

“Soide, my son is still sleeping.” Said Sam dismissing Aroon to stay away.

“Pelit.” Aroon moved away, letting Mas Tristan face Axcello who was still in Sam's arms.

“By gendong nope?”

Sam was seen staring at Mas Tristan who was staring at our son without blinking. Then he handed Axcello to Mas Tristan. “Awas if dropped!” threaten her.

I could only smile with my mother sitting next to me. Then Sam walked closer to my bed.

“Cock cheating? Tristan can carry. I can't see it.” Aroon Protest.

“Then you guys cepet-cepet make your own children.” Grandpa Robert's chirps are still standing in the doorway.

“You make the same. The opponent does not yet exist.” Aroon.

“Betuuul!” added Mas Tristan and it managed to make us all laugh.

Sam is now sitting on the edge of my bed and peeping at my forehead.

“How do you feel?” he asked while looking at me.

I smiled gently, grabbed Sam's hand and held it. “Blessed.” I whispered slowly with a sweet smile.

“I also.” Whisper Sam quietly while peeping my forehead.

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TO BE CONTINUED...