Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Roses 39
FIVE MONTHS LATER
The rose had just finished tidying up the room of their first child. That day she looked very beautiful and sweet with a white dress patterned with small sunflowers. With a slow movement Rose stepped onto the terrace, where her husband's son was busy rearranging various tools.
"Hi dear," said the Rose as she touched the shoulder of the Son who was crouching in front of his combat tool.
"Aisssh, you pay more attention to them now than your wife." Manyun Roses.
"really? I'm sorry baby if you feel neglected, you know I didn't mean it that way." The son turned around and immediately stood on his wife's sweet smiling forehead.
"I'm just kidding, baby. But honestly I do envy a little more the time you spend here than I do." said Rose again.
"I'm just busy because I can't get out of the house when your pregnancy is this big" said the Son as he rubbed the belly of the bloated Rose.
"Yes I know."
"Hmm baby, I've never seen a pregnant woman's stomach as big as yours. You sure you're okay? It really looks big." said Putra while sticking his ear to the belly of the Rose.
"Don't overdo it, it should be like this. I feel good." The rose bent her lips so that her face looked very cute.
"alright. You know your body best. But I think my son is very big later because your stomach is this big." chuckle Son.
"Currently, you think there's only a baby in here."
"What else must be inside besides my son?" ask the confused son.
"There is.." Roses have not yet explained.
Suddenly the Rose grimaced softly and made Putra telephoto in shock with a watchful and worried face.
"You all right? Oh my God, we have to go to the hospital now." Son's voice sounded panicked.
Actually since yesterday the rose has often felt heartburn and mild contractions. But because the heartburn was only short and disappeared after lying down, he was not willing to leave for the hospital. But this time the Rose grimaced longer and stayed where she stood without being able to move a single step.
"Sick son." Rose's hand clung tightly to his stomach.
The son who always panicked when he saw the rose in pain, grew pale. Think hard about what he should do now. She had never had children and was completely inexperienced so even the slightest complaint of Roses would make her panic overwhelming.
"Oh God. I should how? Honey, tell me what should I do? You feel it... Oohh yeah I'll just call Yuyun. You wait here a minute." The son immediately walked into the house, but only a few steps did he turn around again like a dazed person.
"Darling, I can't leave you alone here!"
"Strick silk.. It hurts, I'm not strong." The rose is falling.
The son immediately caught the body of the Rose and carried her into the house. Yuyun who was sitting watching television immediately stood up to them.
"What is a gray flea?" ask Putra.
"God, Son, so don't just know for it. Learning about pregnancy, it's the TU-BAN water where your baby has been living all this time. Let's hurry us to the hospital." Yuyun grumbled annoyedly as she walked out of the house The son could only afford to be put on the brakes and followed.
Yuyun went back into the house and ran to Rose's room to pick up a large bag of labor and rushed after the Son and Rose who were already in the car. Rose's paled face held the heartburn in her stomach. But the face of the Son looks even paler. The man drove his car at high speed while occasionally grumbling when he had to stop due to the red light. On the back bench Yuyun also did not stop kamit commat, whether the prayers he chanted. No one knows, for sure they are both panicked because they have never faced labor.
Not long before they arrived at the hospital. Half-run Putra carried the Roses to the door of the ER, where the Son immediately laid the Roses in the gurney and helped push them into the delivery room. The rose continues to hold the Son's hand tightly, nor does the Son want to be far from his wife. He needs to be close to his wife just as a distraction from his anxiety and for the Rose he needs a Son for everything that will happen later.
One of the nurses tried to get Putra out of the room, but Putra insisted on accompanying Roses. Finally the nurse relented and let the Son stand at the side of the Rose's head while continuing to hold his wife's hand. Before long the aged-looking senior nurse revealed the Rose dress and took off her already soaked underwear. Another nurse and obstetrician were seen sterilizing her hand wrapped in rubber gloves. In horror the Son saw around him many sharp equipment lying on an iron trolley. The son jumped in shock hearing the Rose suddenly scream until his back was lifted from the maternity bed. The hands of the Rose also squeezed the hands of the Son firmly until the nails of the Son turn blue.
The nurse began washing alcohol into the Rose's lower body up to her thighs,
"Mother is complete yes, mother has to push even stronger, baby mother is almost out. Take a deep breath and try to push harder." the doctor began instructing the already sweaty Rose.
The son tried to hold back his two knees that were shaking violently when he saw the Rose's lower body. He almost fainted seeing it all.
The merciful god. Please protect my wife....
The bottom of the Rose that appears to be the candlestick, this time it looks so different. The part is like inflamed, reddened, and very swollen. I don't know what the Son is difficult to name. Never once imagined by the Son would happen like that, a deep black-red liquid did not come out from there for long. Do not ask again what the face of the Son is as pale as.
"Sons..... " Roses screamed again while continuing to push with even more powerful energy.
The Son's body was more tense when he saw more blood coming out from below and followed by a tiny head poking face down.
"Hold her waist yes ma'am, so that the tear does not widen." The doctor warned the rose.
A tear? Oh God.. Please just give me that pain. I couldn't bear to see my little wife's body feel pain.
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Sorry if many typo or many are not in accordance with the actual condition.maklum author has never seen someone give birth, want to watch on social media for a few seconds already sore themselves.
A mother's struggle is unparalleled.. I am proud of the women especially who have become a mother.. My mother loves you
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