It was the 10th yesterday. My Day. Alright, 20 years ago, it was MY day. The Day when I was born. It was 8.53a.m. when the doctors performed a C-section on my mum before I was finally out. According to my dad, I turned the wrong way, my chest was facing mum's hole..and they couldn't get me to turn the other way. Thus, mum's tummy has to be cut, and I was taken out.*Myth: They say those who were taken out by C-section are much brighter compared to Natural birth.
(How true is that? Oh, you tell me, gynae!)
I left mum with a big stretch mark and a scar over her tummy. It is still visible till now. I get to see it once in a while, when I give mum a headache, and she, on the other hand, will flash me her tummy, telling me how difficult it was for her when she had me. Not to forget, how painful it was.
Hence, the guilt sinks in.Everytime.
Since I was the eldest child in the family, everyone sorta loved me very much. Though I was pretty sure, grandpa was expecting a boy instead. Aah! Conservative thinking.
At the age of 6 months, plans were made. For me. Dad took up his NZ PR and wanted to migrate to Moo-moo land. It would be better for me and the family, (a.k.a mum) and also the future child. Call me lucky, at the age of 8 months, I already had my first flight, all the way down under, okay..
I was settled down in Auckland. Dad went working. Mum stayed home. She sacrificed her teacher job, just to take care of me. (I think she just wanted to take a break from all the teaching-lah). There was no babysitter or nanny for me, because I was the princess of my family, and they didn't trust any of them. Mum took alot of effort taking care of me, because she was rather patient.I think.
I still remember (surprisingly!) when I was a toddler, I had problems eating my food properly. For example, mum would feed me, and this process takes about an hour for me to finish my food. Apparently, mum would put food into my mouth, and I would "store" the food in my mouth, refusing to swallow it, or to let it go down my throat. It would just be there for like 5-10 minutes, before mum starts scolding and sometimes, threatening to use the cane.
Unlike now, whenever food OR WHATEVER FOOD that comes along, I would be happily munching down, and even ordering the 2nd portion.. which explains my size and weight now.
Second example would be, I used to cry alot when I was younger. Trigger me alil and there, I would be stuck there crying my lungs out. I can cry for quite a long time.Hehhe. So, when I was in NEW ZEALAND,there was this one time, mum brought me out shopping for grocerries right, and something happened, I started crying. Mum opened a box of cereal, and stuffed them into my mouth. I think it was Honey Stars. (I am not sure!) So, everytime, whenever I started crying, it was either M&Ms, cereal or candy in my mouth.
Alright, pampered kid. Mum never, NEVER hit me when I was younger. Dad didn't even scold me before. This lasted until HE came into our lives. He, whom I mean, my hell brother. But then, that would be another story. A long one.
Looking back, or flashing back, I realised I have came to change alot. I took a long time eating last time, and now, I can eat faster than anyone, and in bigger portion too!
So, why did I end up coming back to motherland in the end?
Dad is the eldest son in the family, and it was important for him to stay in Malaysia, taking care of his parents. So, he came back, bringing his entire family back too.
I am diverging from the topic. It's supposed to be about ME. and not about anyone else.
ME. hmm...
So much have changed from the past 20 years. Thanks to my mum and dad, for "making out" and then "making me". Dad always told me, "It wouldn't be you if we were to have a baby 3 years earlier.."
And I thank them for it. I thank God, for He made this all happen.
I am, afterall, the survival of the fittest among the other sperm heads!
*Note: I am doing another update about how I spend my birthday later. Do come back.
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