I would like to share a hidden history about me. I do not know if I had wrote this before but neva mind. My blog..my wish..
I have to declare that I am "miracle". I ranted in my blog before on 6th Oct 2007, that on 6th Oct 2000, I was almost killed in a car accident. That was actually the second 'miracle' thing. I mean, God saved my life twice.
During one of the Raya 2007 visits, I just found out that God actually had 'save' my life before. Not only my life but my mum's.
In the morning (i think around 10 ++ am), Wednesday, 7th December 1983, my mum was rushed to Alexandra Hospital. She wasnt expecting to be given birth to me on that day as the doctors informed her to be admitted to the hospital from 9th December onwards as I may be born any day AFTER 9th December.
From afternoon to at night (more than 7 hrs!), my mum had to be on this 'oxygen' when giving birth to me because doctor feared my mum cant breathe. Before I continued, let me tell you something first.
If you still remember what you learnt in Sec 2 science or upper secondary biology, you should know that when a baby was born, the head comes out first. Mine was the opposite. I didnt come out from my mum's womb head first, I came out from my mum's womb from the legs! U can go ahead and chuckle but its not funny. IT WAS A VERY TEDIOUS PROCEDURE for the doctors to take me out. They had to be very careful so that they will not 'break' my leg.
Because "I insisted from coming out from my mum's womb from the legs - which was spreading out!", it took almost 4 hrs for the doctors and nurses to successfully deliver me. They used this robotic machine to "take me out" from my mum's womb. Yes! This is no joke. They used a robot to take me out because doctors usually know how to deliver the babies when they came out head first, mine was very weird so, they had to use specialised machines to do that!
My mum was put under an oxygen mask, feared that she would be out of breathe after delivering me. Another thing, if you still remember from your biology book, that when babies were born, they cried. I didnt. Actually I fainted after the difficulty in "delivering me out". But at that time, all the doctors and nurses thought that I was "dead". To be sure that I was "dead" I was put under observation (In ICU) for two weeks.
My mum was discharged after 8 days. Within those 8 days, the doctor-in-charge informed my mum and family members (and a few ex-neighbours) that I 'may died' because according to the doctor, "Either one". Means, either "my mum died when giving birth to me or I died at the time of delivery" So the doctor mentioned to my them that since my mum was alive, I 'may died'.
Two weeks of observation were over. The doctors took me out from there and again, no cries from me. I was silent. The moment the doctor brought me to my mum and family (with a white sheet covering me!) to announce that I was "dead", suddenly... they heard cries and my little hands were moving! The nurse who was with the doctor took away the white sheet and they were surprised to see me crying softly!
My mum and family were almost in tears! I AM ALIVE! (Like duhz! If I am not... I wouldnt be here!) The doctor couldnt believe it and he did mentioned this, "THIS IS MIRACLE! Both mum and daughter are save after such complicated delivery process! A miracle indeed. Your daughter is one out of a few who are known as forcep babies."
But dun be too happy yet. When I was just a baby (after I was 15 days old), I had high fever. Different family members, (even ex-neighbours) brought me to the hospital in and out. My mum cant bring me as she was under 3 months confinement. (My dad!? At that time he was busy drinking and who knows busy consuming drugs..) My high fever lasted 3 weeks. Doctors also mentioned that it was miracle as babies who run a high fever usually passed away after 2 weeks, at most.
Even when I was already a toddler, I had to be on intensive medical check up. Doctors want to make sure that I am a normal baby. Another 'miracle' thing. Toddlers can gaggle a word or two, am I right? They can speak but not in proper sentence and proper pronounciation. During my adolescent and toddler days, I was silent. I only cried when I was not given enuff food or when I dirtied my pampers. But I didnt utter a word. This worries my family and they brought me to see a specialist.
The specialist checked on me and informed them that my 'anak tekak' (vocal chords? is it?) had some problem. I dun understand what they meant by the 'problem'. They did explain to me but I still dun get it. So, since I had a problem with my anak tekak, I may not be deaf (pekak) but I may ended up being dumb (bisu) - cant speak. When I heard that, I was kinda shocked and surprised.
So, the specialist notified them that I may be dumb should I stay on being 'silent' till after I reached 5 yrs. The miracle came. On 12 or 13 July 1988, I was only 4 yrs 7 mths old and I was hungry. Suddenly, I said out, "Maya (I cant pronounce my name, Maria that well yet till the age of 9!) apah (lapar) nak makan." (I am hungry, I want to eat) My mum dropped the newspaper she was reading and stared at me. My grandmother was shocked and couldnt believe it. I can talk! I havent even reached 5 yrs old yet and I have began to talk! Unbelievable and miracle, huh? I thank GOD for this.
I enquired further how can that happen? What I meant was, how can it be - either one (mum or baby died)? Some of my uncles assumed, "Because your father la.. drug addict what..." blah blah etc etc.. Sometimes I wonder, is it really my dad's fault that my mum did not have a smooth delivery? That both of my mum and I almost at the brink of death upon delivery? I dun know.
If u pple thinks I am making this up to make u pity on me.. Be my guest, ask my mum. She will somehow relate the same story as I do.
