My Mother-in-law's Bad Prejudice
4. khaira

I bring khaira walk around the complex of the house we occupy. said the morning dew2 person able to help children who have a delay walking like khaira. yaa khaira ku is a child who has a lot of surprises starting from he was born and until now he is 14 months old, but he has not shown signs to walk alone, too, although I never ran out of patience to learn and teach him, he was an unparalleled gift that God placed on me.

FLASHBACKS

that day my womb was even 7 months old.As is the tradition after the show of amongnya I began to buy fittings for the baby and also my equipment to give birth later. but I do not want to bother when later my stomach gets bigger. surely I must be very difficult to shop with the condition of my stomach that is getting bigger later.all the equipment I have managed to buy, I must have been very difficult to shop with the condition of my stomach, after I wash clean I also iron and store it in a container box that I just bought as well.

the next morning I woke up at dawn, as usual I packed the house, cooked, washed and prepared provisions for my husband to go to work. After my husband left for work only then I was ready to go to work as well. not do not not want to go to work together with my husband, but our working hours are far adrift.job hours start at 6 am. while I work hours starting from 8 am..

right at 17:00 I got out of my place of work. I saw my husband still faithfully waiting for me. This is our household life. working hours my husband yng fi to be 3 shifts to mmi very rarely have time together. in fact, very often I only met my husband only 4 hours a day and at night I slept alone at home because my husband got a shift to work the night shift.

arriving at home, I rushed to clean myself first. afterwards choose to wear a home negligee so that the baby in my stomach can move more freely if I wear loose clothing. I chose to sit next to my husband who was busy watching tv. But just now I was sitting somehow I felt *********** and my lower negligee was wet.

"well.*********** and my negligee is wet. Daddy nubahin water huh??". because I'm going to have a child I started calling my husband by the name of father. by the father of my son.

"did not drink or bring water here instead, just change it first*****************daster same. don't wear wet clothes for long. it will catch the wind.The water let the father who sleeps". said my husband pay attention.that's my husband, even though he worked all day. he never helped me with homework.

but even when I was sleeping at night the water was still making ********** and my clothes were wet. I started to worry, I woke up my husband who was already asleep. we rushed to the nearest midwife clinic. after being examined according to the midwife is true if the outgoing amniotic fluid I was asked to come to the doctor where I routinely checked my womb because the mother of the midwife did not have enough medical equipment.

around 1pm we arrived at the hospital where my gynecologist was on duty.. after being examined by the doctor and also in the re-USG the doctor asked me to be in the first opname or rather bedrest. because my amniotic fluid has seeped but thankfully the amount of my amniotic fluid is still sufficient for my baby in there.

it's been 9 days I'm here. bored and tired it's been very burdening me. It feels with just lying on the bed makes me not feel at home here. countless times I asked the doctor to go home, but until now I was still not allowed to go home. today I was very determined to go home. Maybe the doctor was tired of hearing the words "go home" from my mouth..

"patience yes mbak. we first check the condition of mbak and its contents. later if all improves. mbak can go home today". said the doctor with a smile that slalu expands. is still in the examination stage.

"it looks like the water is much reduced and if you may know the movement of the baby gi where mbak ?? still remain active as usual right??? asked the doctor to me. but from his face clearly looks worried.

"already 2 days the baby does not move doctor.

the doctor seemed to immediately reach the phone handle on his desk.does not know who he called.but if in view of the look of his face looked serious and also hunted. my husband who was beside me looked seriously at the doctor.

"mas and mbaknya must be prepared. we do a cesarean section now yes. baby mas and mbak do not seem to want long in there". hearing the doctor's words, my husband and I looked at each other. "what has to be that fast" I said deeply.

I've been prepared to perform a cesarean section.my body is lying weakly on the operating table after passing a series of stages of anesthesia. "alhamdulillah has come out".I heard the doctor's voice. but why don't I hear the baby crying ?? my eyes keep tracing every inch of this operation. From here I can catch something wrong. the nurses seemed busy and also heard voices with words that I could not understand.Is there anything ?? my heart is increasingly unsettled. Until now I do not hear the sound of my baby crying.is my operation process is complete.even the stitching stage is finished. but before long the sound of a baby crying with stammering.Serak 2 who was in the operating room said "alhamdulillah. a nurse brought the baby closer to me."happy mother, the mother's baby was born with the female sex, weight 2.8 kg, length 48 cm, her fingers are complete, and her fingers are full, her toes are also complete.we first clean the baby yes mom. later the nurse will bring the baby mother to the mother's room". the nurse spoke while showing me one by one whatever she said, I was happy but there was something that disturbed my view.

"mom, I'm sorry mbak.ok my son's skin is blue is that yes ?? like a bruise". I said astonished.

"this is because the mother's baby is not quite full, the skin is not perfect.later after treatment also definitely improved ma'am". replied the nurse with a smile towards me.. there is a feeling of relief in my heart.

today it was 3 days after my cesarean section, but not once did the nurse come to see my baby to see me like she said in the operating room. these few days I could only see nurses passing by carrying other people's babies in front of my hospital room. even if the da who came the most also to take the breast milk they told me to pump and then put it into the bottle they have prepared.every time I ask where my baby is. none of them gave me an answer, not even my husband did. slalu divert the conversation every time I asked about my baby. I raised my body with all my strength. while holding an infusion, I walked to the receptionist place, which happened to be right in front of my hospital room.

"mom in the morning can we help you ?" one of the nurses was friendly to me.

"morning too mbak, if you can know when I can go home and when can I meet my baby ??.

"my mommy calls doctor Johnny first".I waited while leaning my back against the wall. it feels like my energy is not enough if I have to support my body with pain that I can not say.

"well mbak. thanks a lot". I was back trained to my room. I did not see my husband who turned out to just get out of the elevator.

"where the hell is bun. can't you wait for dad to come first?". he said while addressing me.

"i asked for clarity.when do I go home and when can I meet my baby". I replied with a ketus. because I really hate his attitude these few days.

"can wait for father first.do not slalu berdudak itself.at least think of the stitching mother that has not dried it janga this.........." not ready for him to talk my emotions are unbearable anymore..

"you can't count on. want to wait for me to die even you slalu not clear. just let my stitches want gi mna. to hell with my health. most if I die, you will change wives.You can marry Deli. the woman who has been your mother's choice of PNS". I pointed her face because I was already stirred by emotions.she just silently did not respond at all.

all is ready, just waiting for the medicine to take me home is being redeemed by my husband.I've been sitting waiting to meet my son.

"are you ready to bun??".my husband came to be seen in his hands carrying drugs for me.

"well, I can't wait to see my son".

"sook".he pushed the wheelchair that I had been sitting in. After taking the elevator we arrived at a room on the door that read "NICU. I was obviously brought here.

before entering my husband asked me to prepare mentally.

after entering the first door we are asked to put on special clothes first.after we are sterile, we can enter.

when the door opened I saw 2 babies. one is in the glass room and the other is in the glass room which seems very special I can not see because it was covered with a thin cloth like a mosquito net.

"guess which baby we have".I just kept quiet and couldn't answer my husband's questions. yes maybe my baby in this glass room is not the one in the glass room that is missing.

"this.". I pointed to the baby who was just in the glass room not the one in the lame. but my husband's head shook his head.

"no bun, our baby is that".my husband's index finger leads to a baby who is in a lame. Is that really my baby. but why should I get in so late ??

a nurse opened the lid like a mosquito net..

DEGH'S..

it feels like my heart stopped working. it feels painful, lost and bitter so spread out from my body. Which mother does not hurt to see her child like this. My view is attached to her small body. his whole body is attached to a hose that I do not understand for what. his feet and hands are attached to the infusion.Even to drink milk even my little baby must get his intake through a hose. astagfirullaaaaahhh.... my poor baby.My tears don't stop flowing. I squeeze my shirt that covers the chest.it feels very painful here.I fall limp to see the state of my child.

"sir. mother was brought home, kasian mother sir. let our baby dede who guard here". said the nurse was only in reply nod by my husband..

I've reached home while my baby is still in the hospital.I don't know until when. but surely I pray that soon I can get together with my little baby.

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