How are you all? I hope you are all well. I am very well, Alhamdulillah, thanks to your prayers. I am starting today's post by wishing everyone good luck. Today I will present to you the painful moment of my illness. Although this moment was painful, my husband's support helped me a lot. Today I am going to present those things to you. I hope you will read carefully and understand how much pain a girl has to endure at the moment of becoming a mother.

The feeling of being a first-time mother is very scary. In that case, I had this in the first year of marriage. Within two months of marriage, my baby came into my stomach. Sometimes shame and sometimes fear worked in me. I don't know why I would feel ashamed in front of people. I would feel even more ashamed when my peers would say something contradictory. Anyway, when my baby was two and a half to three months old, I became very sick. That time is a painful time for every mother. You can't eat anything. When you start vomiting, you have to take the doctor's advice. Another difficult day starts to pass. Anyway, my husband is very aware in this matter. So he would take me to the doctor at a specific time.

One day I was feeling quite ill. So my husband was taking me to the doctor. The hospital was in our upazila town Gangni. The name of the hospital is Rabiul Diagnostic Center. Good quality doctors come here from outside. I was going to see a gynecologist, Nurunnahar. Anyway, while riding in the car, several photographs were taken of Gangni city. At that moment, a procession was going on in the city on various issues. Since I was ill, my husband was very tense about me. Along with that, he consoled me.

After covering a long 10-kilometer journey, we reached the upazila town. My husband brought me in a car very carefully. The car was a van. He had brought the car in reserve so that it would not shake violently. So the driver slowly pulled the car. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw the presence of many people. We cannot say exactly how many people were inside, but looking at the sandals kept outside, I realized that there were many people. So I was not worried about how many serial numbers I had to read and how long I had to stay here. I did not feel any relief until the doctor saw me. And I was getting sicker because of the scorching heat.

When I arrived at the hospital, my husband made me sit in a certain seat. Then he turned on the fan above my head. Then he went to the counter and spoke to me. He deposited the money at the counter. I was handed a couple of slips from the counter. The visit to the gynecologist there cost 400 taka. He also gave me a paper about what tests I would need to have. And he told me that I would have to get all these things tested.

Then, according to the serial, the blood of each patient was taken. At one point, my blood was taken. I was told how sick I was feeling at the moment, and how long the baby was in the womb, to tell the doctor. Meanwhile, how old the baby was in the womb, and all these things, should also be told to the doctor. However, after donating blood, we had to sit for a long time waiting for the doctor. There were many patients before me. So after donating blood, I was sitting next to the doctor's chamber. My husband and his elder brother were present alongside me. Because the elder brother is quite familiar with people and can talk well. So he came with us. And like this, we sat for a long time waiting for the doctor. And while I was sitting, I became very sick.

So my husband was by my side the whole time. He consoled me and even gave me some words of love and encouragement. The first letter of his name is S, the mask that was put on my face has S written on it. We were talking a little about love. Even though I was sick, I was fascinated by his love and words from the movies and found comfort. I will tell you what happened after that in a later post.