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Sulaeman or hurem?
#14
At 09:00 I was pushed into the operating room, after getting anesthesia in the back, I felt the effect was radiating from the legs up, when the doctor started to do the action, I shouted "oh, sick!!!" suddenly I was injected back in the hand, not to mention that the medicine was used up in the injection, I was asleep until the surgery was over, I was then transferred to the recovery room. There I vaguely heard a midwife wake me up somehow she woke up, only my mother knew, because only my mother accompanied me there. The midwife came back and I heard "mom, we wait another 15 minutes, if in that time this mother has not woken up we declare her dead" I heard the words,but it's hard for me to open these eyes, maybe it's still the anesthetic effect. But, because the fear of the midwife's words made me have to wake up, I don't think I have the right to go back to God's side.
I gathered my strength to open my eyes, just as the midwife woke me up again, I opened my eyes slowly "mother, do you remember what mom's name is?"
I nodded, then the midwife asked again "what's your full name?"
"Sintyia eva"
The midwife then passed away to give a report, I looked at my mother's face and said "ma,, forgive my synthia ma!!!"
"Yes, son, before you apologize, you've forgiven me son".
"Ma, my son doesn't lack anything, right?"
"Yes son, he's complete!" smilingly
To be honest, I was eager to see the grace of God that had just been taken out of my stomach, but I was patient because my son was in the nursery.
After the azan zuhur resounded I was returned to the recovery room in the midwifery. There for the first time I saw such an adorable face, I did not know the gender of my son because indeed I never did any ultrasound during pregnancy. But, according to my feelings are male, and it is true that I guess.
The baby born at 47 and weighing 37 is a man and is right on Saturday on the beautiful six-months-sixth date that I named Sulaiman at my father's wish,he said that since waiting for me in the operating room my father said to my brother who also waited for the birth of my son "if the child of the synthetic girl is called HUREM and if he is a SULAEMAN boy", maybe because my father is a fan of the sultan sulaeman series.
While in the recovery room I was incessantly whimpering in pain, because to turn around, it hurt a lot. Until a doctor came to check my condition, after the examination, I was transferred to the treatment room on the second floor of the Hospital. That's where I can move little by little although still very painful. It was time we were allowed to go home, of course I was happy. Since seeing my son's face, the feeling of wanting to return to work was gone, he wanted to continue to be near him. But, what may I say, I promised and I will not deny it.
Maybe you knew how I felt at the time, and then you said "if you intend to take care of your own child you don't allow, you worry about your surgical wound infection, you know,let your mother take care of you until you fully recover. Not to mention you have to check up for one week, you're gonna be a hassle kid".
Andi then answered the words mama "if I agree with mama, let you recover first just think again what you want to do"
I can only nod in agreement. For three days at home, I spent my time with the sulaiman. Until on the seventh day exactly one week of the age of Sulaeman, mama and my father agreed to take him home with them to the village, of course, or the agreement of me and andi.
After the car was driven the three of them left, me and you came in, "Dek, you just rest, let me do it all!" . While cleaning up some messy stuff, I asked Andi "sister, did you forget to tell mama, if I want to be born?"
"Non deck, I've already given it!"
I swallowed my spit, I don't think I'm considered here. But, I tepis again taste that, maybe he was not.
This is the second week after the birth of my son who is none other than his grandson, but at the age of my 14th child he has not come, even calling him never.
"No need to think about the deck, let's go".
"Yes sis!" maybe Andi's speech has a point, mending I focus on recovering first and then returning to work so that the pemper and sufor for Sulaeman are not lacking.
After three change of bandages to the hospital, I decided to go back to work so I didn't keep thinking nothing of my husband Andi's family.
On Monday I went back to the cashier's desk that I hadn't cleaned for almost a month, when I stared at the computer screen and then re-entered my ID and sandwiches. In my heart I said to myself "the spirit of madness for the sake of sulaiman"
"Sintyia,,,! do not work heavy first yes, mom does not want a former SCmu infection" said the wife of my beautiful leader outside inside.
"Yes ma'am, thank you" as I bowed my head slightly.
I refocused on paying at the cashier's desk, with the help of one employee at the behest of my boss. That's how it was every day, until I completely recovered and didn't wear a corset anymore. I can now wear my jeans again. My body hasn't changed much, it only went up about five kilos.
I'm trying to remember Sulaeman so that he doesn't fuss and trouble his grandmother and grandfather. That was my mom's message before I left yesterday. I don't even remember it, I miss it so much. I work trying to stay focused, not wanting any mistakes in my work. Although once in a while the face of my little baby Sulaeman was often present in my memory.
After work hours, I had to go back to the boarding house for a quick shower, then come back again to pick up Andi. Because my bath after childbirth is scheduled and should not change. But, when I was about to return to pick up Andi, I received a message on Andi's number, because indeed, I and Andi deliberately exchanged devices for a while. Because Andi has to order goods through the application. While the salary is full, it can no longer accommodate many applications. While the quota is finished.
I dare not open the message, it might be a message from the sales about the goods. I put the device into the bag and then turn on the motor and pass to pick up Andi.
