My mother teaches a group of kids how to recite the Holy Quran in the evenings. When the kids come over, they occupy the front living area, and Baby and I would just lounge around the family living area, not paying too much attention to what goes on out front.
But there is a particularly cheeky four year old little girl who just couldn't seem to sit still. She would stroll around to where we are sitting, sometimes walking up into the kitchen. I never really minded her, as long as she was quite and wasn't touching anything breakable.
Then one evening, she came up to me and Baby, and asked, 'Baby Aisyah datang dari mana?'
'Dari dalam perut la', I answered, rubbing my belly.
'Ingat lagi tak perut akak besar dulu?', I asked her back. She nodded. Clearly she remembered.
I thought that was the end of it but she proceeded with the million dollar question.
'Macam mana baby keluar dari perut?'
I was startled for a few seconds, as I was trying to decide whether or not to tell her about the normal vaginal delivery, until I remembered, 'Hey, I had a C-section'.
So I told her that Baby Aisyah came out of me through an incision made on my belly. She seemed satisfied with my answer and walked back to the front where the rest of the kids where waiting their turn to mengaji.
Phew, that was a close one. Although I might have left an impression on her that ALL babies are born that way, I'll have to leave the more detailed explanation of the normal vaginal delivery to her parents. For the time being, let's just say I'm glad that I discovered that having a C-section finally does have its advantages. At least, I would forever be spared of answering 'the question' without lying to the kids. Ngehehehe...