I can’t lose my baby. That was the last thing I remember thinking before the bus went over the bridge, into the gully. In that brief moment before we hit the muddy earth, I managed to unbuckle my seatbelt, curl myself like a ball to protect my bulging stomach,turned sideways towards the screaming woman by my side, and prepared my back for the impending impact. When I opened my eyes, a bearded man with a stethoscope was talking to me, saying something about maternal instincts. I did not hear anything he said, I was smiling at my bulging stomach.