My Thoughts Are Not Your Thoughts....even in traffic jam

Last few years, has seen the road leading to city gone through some upgrading, from a dual lane road to what looks like work is still in progress now; 4 lanes on both sides of the road in Setapak/Wangsa Maju.

Traffic jam was everyday living back then.

The incident while we were caught in traffic jam 20 years ago in September 2000...........is still fresh in our memory...

I was in my third tri-mester of pregnancy, the near full term tummy was about to be cut open in barely 10 days time.

The doctor announced that the baby was still in breech position.

It was earlier, we prayed to God and asked that He turned the baby's head down, the ultrasound scan said otherwise.

We tried talking to the baby, saying that the medical bill will be halved if she came out by normal birth etc... etc....etc...and the money could be used for......



We pleaded saying mummy was scared to be cut open in the middle, can you turn your head down and a nice pelvic socket was awaiting for you.

Further ultrasound scan didn't show that she understood anything we said.




My thoughts of following normal birth, just like giving birth to her eldest brother came to naught.

All efforts were in vain.

The baby didn't barged a bit.





We heard someone said that in Jalan Ipoh, there was a gynae who can help massage tummy to turn the baby's head down, & lodged the baby at the pelvic socket, ready for normal birth.

We kind of like the idea of getting help to turn the baby down.




Then, we made appointment to see if he could help.

He said he could.

One strange practice in his clinic, we need to pay RM 10/= for every registration just to get a number ( a turn ) to see him.

We had been to his clinic twice, and now this was the third time we were about to visit him.

The idea of paying a RM 10/= for each registration put us off.

The road in Wangsa maju was jammed with cars, the traffic was haphazard, motorcyslists zig-zaged themseleves, weaving in between cars.

There were many ways to get to the city.

We husband and wife didn't even think about which way to take when the car hit unto the road.





Our thoughts were choked up, just like the traffic jam on the road.

We were really wondering whether we were doing the right thing then.

The baby, the fear of being cut open, the bill that was going to be charged double if birth by Cesarean by our original gynae versus the resources that we had.


" Why not you use another way ? " silly me demanded when we were already stucked in the traffic jam.

" ................................................." Deep in his thought.

" if we go by the housing estate way, there will be less traffic. " I thought it was a smart idea.

"..................................................." Looking at the rear window to see if there was any way he could cut into another lane.




" if we go by Wangsa Maju way, it will take one hour, if we go through housing estate, it takes 45 minutes. " I may not be 100 % accurate but sure I was observant with time.




"...................................................." He was concentrating on the road.

" the heat is terrible, I want the air-condition adjusted." another demand.

"..................................................." he reached the knob and turned on the air-condition higher.

" what ?????, how can he cut through our lane just like that " I was agitated.




" ................................................" awoken from his deep concentration on the road, by my scream rather than someone cutting into his lane.

" How can you just keep quite about this, honk him." I was clearly upset with his inaction towards the inconsiderate driver who cut lane suddenly without signals.

"................................................." No response.

" I don't want to go by this way," bursting my emotion.

" why ?????.........?????.........."




" I don't want to go for the appointment........" My tears rolled in sobs.

" why ???????????...............?"

" I want to go back. " I was hysterical.

" OK, OK.................??........!!!......"

" I wanna go back now."

"OK, OK...................."

" There is a turning in front, we can turn back home. " despite the tears that flew like waterfall, I could still see clearly a junction in front.





and off we went the opposite direction of Jalan Ipoh on September 5, 2000.


To be continued.............................