My Sister’s Pregnancy

In this November our family gets a beautiful gift from God. My sister, who married last year, got two lines on her testpack. After waiting so long, she finally became pregnant. A feeling of happiness meets our family. At the beginning of her pregnancy, my sister experienced a very great experience. He felt her world had changed 180 degrees. She complains every day. I remember the days when I went through my pregnancy. I present this article to my dear sister.

Being pregnant is an extraordinary feeling. Especially if this is the first. Every pregnancy is its own story. Each is different and more special than the others. Maybe no one tells you that sleep will become more difficult every day. The frequent need to go to the bathroom, not find a suitable sleeping position, experience insomnia and more difficulties faced by mothers in the future. Many prospective mothers complain of back pain. In the first trimester, you will be able to sleep with your stomach. Later it is not possible because the stomach is enlarged. Forget about sleeping on your back too. Your weight suppresses your spine, causes back pain and other problems. After the 16th week, doctors recommend sleeping on the side, especially on your left side. This will increase blood flow to the heart, uterus, and kidneys, allowing the baby to grow. Finding a suitable sleeping position is no less important than finding the right mattress. Place a pillow under your stomach or between knees to reduce pressure. If you experience heartburn – pillow under your head. If you face shortness of breath – place a pillow under your chest.

Exercise and proper nutrition during pregnancy are important for both mothers and unborn babies. Walking, swimming, yoga and pilates will help you sleep better. Do what makes you happy. This has a positive impact on your mind and mood too. Avoid spicy and oily foods; eat more vegetables and fruits. Replace caffeine with plenty of water.

To have a good pregnancy we not only have to look at physical health. Being healthy is fundamental at this time, but also mentally calm, ready and happy.
If we give time to care for our bodies, we also have to save time for relaxation and care for our minds. Not only is the body more vulnerable during pregnancy. Finding calm and doing relaxation exercises at home will help us feel better.
Attending labor classes can be very beneficial both for our physical and mental health. Relating to other pregnant women and sharing experiences open our minds to find that we are not the only ones who have doubts or fears.

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the death of my baby

 

Being a mother is a wonderful gift for a woman. It is not excessive if a woman is willing to exchange all her blood and even her life to become a mother. I am a very lucky woman because in my life God gave me the opportunity to become a mother. With the presence of three children, my life seemed perfect.

Some time ago, God was kind enough to give me back a child. Beginning with signs of pregnancy, that day I will positively have more children. Honestly, I feel more panic than happiness. How come? My son who was aged one to three years. He can’t even walk. He is also still very dependent on milk. I was confused at that moment.  thought flashed through my mind. I thought about not continuing this pregnancy.With my husband, I visited a gynecologist in my city. Slowly I convey my concern about this pregnancy. The doctor just smiled while asking me to check the ultrasound. Slowly he moves ultrasound tool above my stomach. And that’s when my heart trembled violently when I heard my baby’s heartbeat. The doctor looked at me and said, is this the heartbeat that you want to stop? I mourn my evil intentions. God, I accept your gift with happiness.
Day after day I live during my pregnancy. I felt no complaints at all. My body is so healthy and ready to accept his presence. My other children are also very happy to look forward to the presence of their new sister. Even though my third child didn’t understand anything, he seemed to be happy. I enjoyed all the days with prospective baby. The heartbeat was soft when I lay my body down.
on that day. At that time my birth was exactly 6 months old. I felt a little tired because I was busy preparing a new school for my eldest child. My chest was a little tight, and the more worried I was, I had not felt the movement of the baby in my stomach for three days. I can’t feel the soft kick like usual. Finally, fearing that morning I visit a gynecologist. With my husband, I underwent several health tests. When the doctor does an ultrasound on my birth, I can hear his heartbeat again. Well … the sound is beautiful. But the doctor’s face is very different. He seemed to be very worried. I was then required to find a blood donor because my Hemoglobin was very low. Without being asked twice, I immediately entered the hospital to do a blood transfusion. Two days I lay in the hospital with needles stabbing my hand many times. I live everything patiently. For the sake of my heart.
On the third day, I asked the doctor to go home because I was feeling well. Apart from remembering my children at home, I was also not comfortable in the hospital. The doctor detained me to go home for another health test. With much hope, I obeyed his orders. That afternoon I asked my husband to clean my clothes to take home. Slowly nurse took me into the room to check. Again I underwent Ultra sonography. Slowly the doctor moved the cold device over my stomach. Then, staring into my eyes deep, the doctor said that my baby’s heart was getting weaker. Almost certainly my baby won’t be able to help. He is still too small to be born now. Doctors also detect abnormalities in my baby’s kidneys. It cannot produce amniotic fluid itself, so the amniotic fluid that protects it is increasingly depleted. I was very worried about my doctor’s explanation. I cried in my husband’s arms. The doctor asked me to wait until my baby’s heart really stopped, then I had to give birth. Half the soul is lost leaving a huge black hole.
Time runs very slowly. While continuing to pray for miracles to God, I returned to hospital treatment. Until the fourth day, the doctor confirmed that my baby’s heartbeat had stopped completely. I’m numb. I could no longer feel anything other than a huge loss. The crumbling of my body while undergoing an induction period is no longer felt. The world seemed to collapse for me. Six hours I had a very painful time in my life to get my baby out through an induction path. All the bones in my body seemed to be forced off. And finally, at 3 o’clock in the morning, I talked to the baby in my stomach. I said I was willing to be abandoned by him. Someday I would be reunited with him. I am sure of it. Then I felt something out of the way I was due. The tiny head of my baby came out, and my hand supported it. At that time the nurse and doctor were a little away from my bed. I took my baby while crying softly. And finally, my little baby is in my arms. He is so tiny. His face was very similar to his older brothers. Oh God, he smiled at me. Slowly I kissed his face and handed my baby to the doctor.

My Little daughter

It’s a story about our little daughter named Ifa. She is 8 years old and attends Elementary School. Ifa is our second daughter, she has one older sister and one younger brother. He grew up as an independent little girl. In fact, I think tend to be stubborn. Barely able to be friendly to anyone. If you say always with a tone and a cold face. The point is, in my opinion, she is not a nice kid. At least until that day. Because I work outside the home, the intensity of my meetings with children is also limited. Usually, I will start the day in a hurry and more screaming to ask the children also get ready. Going home, in the afternoon I found the children are already tired of playing all day. In addition to my already tired body, I barely have time to relax with the kids. Fortunately for me, children grow up with an independent attitude. All they do without relying on the help of his mother. Especially for my daughter ifa, she is somewhat different from other kids.
If another child is so spoiled with his parents, my daughter rarely shows me a spoiled attitude either to me or to her father. I also noticed her relationship with her brother and sister. I often screamed angrily when she deliberately made her sister cry. I also scolded her when she dared to hit her sister.
Essentially I rate my daughter has a problem with her social attitude. I was a bit worried about her association at school. Does she have friends or friends? Is she liked her friend? Or is she giving much trouble to her teacher? Those questions often haunt me.
Until one day I was startled by a phone call from someone who claimed to be the mother of my daughter ifa schoolmate. The woman cried begging me to allow Ifa to meet her daughter at the hospital. She did not tell me much just said was her daughter seriously ill and kept calling my daughter’s name. I allow it and are willing to drop the ifa to the hospital to see a friend.
At the hospital, I saw a very moving sight. A child my child’s age lies with his head in a bandage. Her eyes were teary with tears. She kept crying while she called my daughter’s name. Her mother said she did not recognize anyone by the impact on her head when she fell off the bike. But to my amazement, why is that kid calling my child’s name? Slowly ifa holds her friend’s hand. And miraculous thing happened. The little girl smiled into the face of ifa. They both laughed together. I can not see it all. I cried with the woman beside me. Her mother thanked me for bringing her ifa to the hospital. At least it can cheer up his son before undergoing surgery.
On the way home, I asked my daughter. He told me about Zica, his ailing friend. Apparently, according to my daughter, Zica is not her best friend. He shunned his classmates for being famous for doing mischief. One day, Zica took my daughter to play during the break time. Because seeing the other friends no one wants to accompany her, my daughter finally wants to play with her because of pity. While playing, Zica accidentally wet his pants. Her dirty clothes were exposed to her urine. Without my guess, my daughter is capable of being mature. She helped Zica to clean her urine traces. Ifa also took the initiative to ask teachers to call Zica’s parents. Unwittingly, her helpfulness had saved Zica from embarrassment to her classmates.
The next day, while playing in her house, Zica fell off the bike and hit her head with a sharp rock. She suffered from severe bleeding and several nerves in her brain were affected. Zica does not recognize anyone even her mother. He just kept crying in pain. And unexpectedly, it may be stored in her brain memory of events that impress her when helped by Ifa.
Hearing my daughter’s story, there is regret in my heart. I am sorry to have given my daughter a ‘label’ as an unpleasant person. I’ve been wrong all along. She is my little daughter who has a softer heart than all her friends. She has his own way to love others without being nice. I am very proud of her.
From then on, after work, I would give more time to listen to the sweet stories of my children. No matter how tired I am, I will make them a great source. And to this day I am very happy to have the full confidence of my children as their place of telling.

My Superwoman

Our family has a housekeeper. She lives not far from our house. In addition to the task of cleaning the house, washing clothes, and ironing, She was also in charge of raising our youngest child. In essence, she was paid to alleviate my duties as a working mother. With her daily presence at our house, my job is greatly helped. I have so little time to rest without thinking about the messy house conditions. Going home to work, the house must be in a very tidy state. Children are in full condition and have bathed. So one day, the disaster arises.

That morning I was ready to go to the office. While holding my baby breakfast in a hurry. Usually, our housekeeper comes at 6.30 am. But this time it was 7:15 and there was no sign of it coming. I was getting restless, the baby in my sling had not been bathed and his face was dirty with food. The shirts I wore began to get stained. Finally, uncomfortable, the baby in my arms was crying loudly. Slowly I put him in his chair. Instead of silence, she cries even harder. I am very panic and hard to think because obviously, I will be very late to arrive at the office. By eight o’clock, she still had not arrived. I finally decided not to go to the office that day. I immediately changed my work clothes and immediately called my boss at the office. My employer graciously gave me permission.

After confident that I had to clean up the house without the maids that day, I started by bathing my baby. While singing, I started to gently rub his body. He loves to take a bath with his mother. After that, I tried to make him sleep by taking him to the front garden house using a stroller. Not long afterward, my wish came true. He fell asleep sweetly. Slowly I take him to his room and start the struggle. The whole house is in a mess. In my heart, I scolded myself why to let the kids play without clearing up last night. After cleaning up the children’s toys, I turned to my husband’s desk. Oh, God…. The table was a mess. The rest of the coffee last night was still on his desk. The papers of his work were scattered. I cuss in my heart. Why my husband does not want to tidy up his desk. While mopping the living room floor, my baby sounds crying. Ah seems to want to cry too. While carrying it I continued to clean the floor. I feel the pain in my back because of the heavy load I carry. Okay … I stop doing housework and decide to play with my baby.

He laughed happily playing with me. Until I did not realize, the time was showing at 11:00 noon. My other kids will be home from school at 12.30. oh my god … I have not cooked for lunch yet. I see the baby was already nervous because hungry. But how do I cook while carrying it? If I put it on his chair, he will scream. I started preparing the ingredients I would cook while carrying them. And that’s not an easy job. Ah, how my maid can do it all by herself?

The baby in my arms began to rebel while weeping. And finally, I decided to order food at a nearby restaurant. Yaahhh I give up. Children come home from school to eat. Ah, the relief…
Late in the afternoon, I had to struggle to bathe my baby as well as send my older son to take a bath. I think I’ve been yelling hundreds of times but he’s still in front of the television. While slightly angry, I turned off the television. My son was angry but eventually obeyed to bathe. I remember when I came home in the afternoon, the house was in a neat, clean and fragrant. The children are clean and full. I finally realized that there were many things I had to do.

As a working mother, I must be able to keep my work balance at home and at work. This is not a trivial matter. I need the help and support of the whole family. Children should start getting used to picking up their toys after playing. They should also have a schedule to observe for study, play and rest time. My husband must also begin to get used to being more presentable in all his work. One more thing, I decided to have time to cook before leaving for office. With all the events of the day, I wondered how noble my housekeeper was. She is a real superwoman. Without her, as good as me in my career, being nobody. Without her too, I am just a tired mother. hopefully, he will come back tomorrow because I want to thank the infinite.

How to Reduced Weight after Childbirth

In general, women will feel disturbed by their weight when pregnant. Most women get at least 7 pounds of fat during pregnancy. These fats are meant to help women save energy while breastfeeding. Weight loss after delivery will depend on several factors. Among them, genetics, diet, exercise or overall health. Most women will return to weight before becoming pregnant within nine months after delivery if they follow regular exercise programs and eat healthy after childbirth. But some are not. Every woman is different, and some women simply do not gain much weight during pregnancy. However, weight loss should be sought after pregnancy, not during pregnancy. During pregnancy, a woman should strive to gain weight because it is healthy for the baby and her baby. It is important for a woman to make sure she has enough nutrition for herself and her child when she is pregnant.

Here are some ways you can do to reduce excess weight after giving birth

1. Give milk to the baby through your breasts as early as possible
This is a powerful way to lose weight after giving birth. While many consider it rather annoying especially for working moms, breastfeeding your child can bring many benefits to you and your child. Actually, it is recommended that you start early. There are extensive studies that reveal that women who fail to breastfeed feed their children gain more weight and have a faster rate of weight gain than those who breastfeed.

2. Not to Consume junk food
In addition, there is no benefit at all for your body and your baby, junk food will also make you gain weight increases. Transfer your food to vegetables and fruit. Consumption of fat and protein is also needed but not in large quantities. Vegetables and fruit will also increase your milk production. Surely it will also nourish your baby. Continue reading