You Are My Sunshine
The Part 263
Dusk approaching, sprinkling his pink hue on the western horizon, a dazzling golden sparkle that only stops and appears for a moment when the cloudy vacation fortifies the sky.
This afternoon Wira asked Ratih to go home and rest at home, he was worried that his mother who was not young again was sick if she kept quiet in the hospital. After being convinced by various ways finally Ratih obey his son, but he advised that Wira always inform periodically about the condition of Dara and her granddaughter.
It was getting dark, Dara still did not wake up. Even though the dose of anesthetic inserted into his body has been adjusted also guaranteed safety. Most mothers who give birth by surgery will only be drugged locally, but because the conditions are also different Dara situation, then their total anesthesia is chosen to be applied to the case this time.
The lentic-eyed woman was still at home closing her eyes, tonight Raisa again checked in detail because Dara never woke up. The results of the examination are still the same as a few hours ago, stating that the critical period has passed and now Dara's condition is increasingly stable under control in his recovery period, even the twin hills have begun to tighten up the sign of milk starting to be produced at the food source for the baby.
As a surgeon, Wira also knows based on his experience so far that in some cases of surgery with a total anesthetic procedure sometimes there are some patients who are late in life even though the diagnosis states everything is stable. Even so, he still feels tremendous anxiety when it happens to people who mean a lot to him, he often tells the patient's family that it is common and will give understanding to keep his family calm, but when experiencing it yourself it is difficult not to be tempted to worry that tickles in the heart.
“Don't be too anxious, his condition is getting better even though he hasn't regained consciousness,” entertain Raisa full of sincerity.
Wira reviews thin smile. “Makasih Sa, has been working on the best for my son and wife.”
“It's my obligation. Keep berTO’a, may your wife soon awake. Soon my schedule home, another doctor will replace me to monitor Dara's condition, but if something happens immediately contact me.”
The handsome man who was now a father nodded. “Sa, if possible, can I now bring my son from the NICU room here? just for a moment, if our daughter was here it might just be Dara will wean.”
“Let me see first how your baby is, if everything is good of course you can bring him here to be close to his mother. But remember, just for a moment. Premature babies must remain under close supervision and the NICU room is the most ideal and safe,” Raisa replied.
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A Paediatrician with Raisa pushes a special baby box towards Dara's treatment room. The tiny baby looked asleep, draped funny in a soft, comfortable cloth combined with a special blanket to keep warm. The hero turned towards the door as soon as he heard the sound of the door being opened, his lips and eyes smeared with a smile when he saw his little daughter being brought in.
“I came Papa, Mama,” great-granddaughter Raisa while pushing the box to the side of Dara's bed.
The hero approached, bowed and looked at his baby as closely as possible full of joy. “Halo my bidadiku,” he said softly.
The baby squirms and appears to blink even though his eyes have not been fully opened when he hears his papa's voice. Wira felt so amazed, his chest rumbled as well as his heart roiled tempestuous in the millions of joys that rained down on him watching the response of his baby when he greeted.
“I want to carry it,” pinta Wira enthusiastically to Raisa.
“Gendonglah. Parental decoction is the best source of warmth beyond the incubator.” Raisa chuckled, carried her carefully and handed her over to the sturdy arm of the Hero.
“Gripping with your little family to let go of longing. I'll wait outside. I'll give you fifteen minutes, after which your baby will be taken back to the NICU.” room Raisa immediately passed out from there to give the personal space to the Wira.