I remember the day my Mother gave brith to my little brother in Sabak Bernam

One vague memory of my Mother in Sabak Bernam was the day she gave birth to my youngest brother. She was in the room with the Bidan (a person who helps to deliver babies in rural areas). I remember wanting to go into the room but I was restrained by the Malay lady who was our neighbour. I vaguely remember also that when the cry of the baby was heard it was our neighbour the Malay lady who rushed in first to hold the baby. After that she wanted to adopt my brother and she continued to try to persuade my Mother for a few months after.

More than 2 decades later after we got married and got pregnant Mother used to comment that she did not know why giving birth was so difficult for us. She told me that every time she gave birth (she had 6 births) she just have to lie down, turn to her right side and the baby would come out. I wonder if it was really that easy for her, but that was what she told me.