“I can feel it coming back again, like a rolling thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin from the center of the earth again, I can feel it…” (Live – Lightning Crashes)

I signed the paper. My wife, she’d be ready in about 15 minutes. The operation room was being prepared, and so the doctor and the nurses. I spent some minutes to call home told everyone that this was going to be the day. We’ve made our decision. The baby was going to be delivered.

There my wife was ready. She told me it was going to be alright. I sat on a couch next to her bed. She smiled at me and said, “Finally, we’ve reach this time.”

The time that we’ve been waiting for the last nine months. Through all. Would I remember all the small things happened during that time? I would. I would remember all. Those all shadows baring in my mind just a moment. I must’ve been dreaming to get here. It mustn’t real. Looked back from the very beginning. We didn’t say anything. Silent.

Suddenly, sound of a nurse coming inside our room broke the silent. She called for my wife and brought her to the operation room. They took her with the bed through patient elevator. I followed her by the stairs, bringing a case of her needs during operation. My steps a bit of run down stairs two level below. There, many patients and their family waited for the turn of giving birth.

The operation room located in 4th floor. It connected with one door entry. Only the patient could enter the room. Else, must waited outside. The hospital regulation won’t let us accompanied our wife during operation. So, there wouldn’t be camera nor video recording. Morely, I was kind of upset that I couldn’t stand beside my wife during the deliver.

I was lucky enough to enter the room. There my wife, next to her was another patient waiting to operate. Suddenly, there was a panic inside the room. One of the patients having critical condition. The doctor called the nurse to call for the patient’s family. One man came inside, told them that he’s the husband. They told him to stood beside his wife, said something magical wish, like prays. They called for prays. They were all praying to God. Outside the room, rest of the woman’s family were waiting in curiosity. They wondered what happened inside. The spread of critical condition made them cry. I stood there in silent. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I pray to God that my wife’s operation succeed with no unpleasant nor unwanted happening. May it going to be just fine. Both the mother and the baby.

“It’s going to be alright” said my wife.
She was lying on the bed. Saw me with her meaningful eyes. She tried to settle me down for a while. And she did.
“Don’t forget to say Basmallah” I said to her.
I held her hand and kissed her cheek. She smiled to me. The next thing I know, she was brought inside. Left me standing still.

I went outside and waited there. I sat on a group of chairs where everyone’s waiting sat there too. Some of them were just cool as ice, while another cried. The harmony of voices sound in differences. It was awkward being in the crowd when you were left alone. Part of me inside the room.

I couldn’t stand alone sitting. I went upstairs back to our room. When I walked in, I felt like shadows of my wife still remain. I saw an empty room. The room itself told many stories. Many of ours. My heart wouldn’t deny it. I felt so labil at the moment. I stood by the window and looked outside. Inside my head, I heard voices. One of them was the vice versa Khalid gave me. He told about his experience in waiting his wife to give birth. An old man told him to Sholat Hajat due to a long waited of his wife delivered. He actually did what the old man told him. The next thing he knew, just second after he finished his pray, his wife was giving birth to their first daughter. It was a miracle for them, one I should expect to happen to me too.

I followed his path to pray in a small musholla. I prayed and asked to God for giving us succeed operation and a normal healthy baby. I took time for a while, as if I’ve never prayed before. I said words I’ve never said before. They came out of my mouth with no intention. It was all I could do. I asked for help. I asked for hope. I asked to The Only who could answer my pray.

After the pray I walked down the stairs to the level below. There I met my parents. They went straight from home to hospital. They were asking about the operation and how things were going on. Haven’t finished what we’re talking about, suddenly I heard a call from the door. Everytime the door opened, all the patient’s family went struck closer. It wasn’t their call. It was mine. The call was for me. They let me in. Right after I opened the door, I hear a sound of a crying baby. A sound that broke the silent of the room. The sound I’ve never noticed before. During her crying I felt lightning crashes all over the room. I could felt it.

“Congratulation. Your baby is in well and good condition. A lovely baby girl” said the man who introduced himself as a child doctor who advised our main doctor.
“We have checked everything, and everything seems normal. You should be glad” he explained.
“In a moment, we’ll have your baby ready, and the mother as well”
“Thank you” I said shortly.

There was a miracle in the room. The first face I saw. My baby. She was small, red and crying. I moved closer towards her. I was shaking, my legs they were left numb. My heart beat so hard and fast. Still she was crying with a loud voice. She was there, with her blanket, in her box. Maybe she was hungry, felt cold after the birth and her skin felt air temperature for the very first time. I step beside her. My hand held in her chest hoping to give little comfort. Maybe all this time there was an angel held her tight. Gave her warm and comfort. And she wasn’t crying anymore. She stoped her cry. Slowly opened her eyes. She stared at me. We stared each other for a second. That stare I would never forget. I cried. I couldn’t hold my tears. It was an undescribeable what I felt inside. It was a miracle. It was tears of happiness. Shortly, I whispered Adzan and Iqomat to her right and left ear. May God bless her always, His Almighty words were the first words she heard in her life.

Soon after that, they brought my wife in. She was still in unconscious. She opened her eyes a bit, but yet she saw me beside her. She whispered words I could hardly heard. I put my mouth to her ears.
“Our baby, she is healthy and so lovely”
“I love you”
Those were words I whispered to her ear. I kissed her cheek. I wondered if she heard what I said. She’d forget, but she’d understand.

Outside the room where my parents were waiting, they asked me about the baby. I sparkled, and smiled. I guessed that was enough to fulfill their question. My father, he congratulated me. My mother, she kissed me. Of all the rest of our family were coming after that. One by one, and left us one by one. We’re still in the hospital. Waiting for the baby. I always looked at her by the glass window. Watched her. Listened to her crying voice. Voice I’d be reckoned for further day of my life. In the night, I watched her sleeping. Heard her sigh. Took care of her.

What I was there, was something to remember. Our happiness. Our tears. We became family in the whole meaning. I became a father, my wife became a mother. We have a wonderful and lovely baby girl. We have opened a new chapter in our life. We’d write them down in our history. We’d never forget.

Alhamdulillah, thank God for giving us a lovely healthy baby girl. She is more than everything to us. As a gift, a jewel to our heart. Our little sunshine.