Monday, June 29, 2009
Thirty-Two Years Ago
Thirty-two years ago today, a miracle occurred.
There was a bigger party than we anticipated, because of Steve Barratt. He, his brother Kevin, and SSS all worked together, and Steve drove. When he came to drop SSS off after work, and found out that the miracle was imminent, he ran. Literally. Mumbling something to the effect that, as far as he was concerned, the natural way to have a baby was to pick it up at the hospital, he fled, stranding his seventeen-year-old brother at our house. His sister, her husband, and their six-year-old daughter were there, as well.
Ken and Marie were there, of course, with their six-week-old Willow, and we had a couple of midwives, just to round things out.
The labour was easy. I was in good shape, and had retained agility throughout the pregnancy, in spite of almost constant nausea. I remember grinning at the little girl between contractions, as she looked a bit nervous.
As the sun set, gloriously, and the full moon rose, Chandra made her way into the world, shining with a beauty all her own.
I remember being fed cantaloupe afterwards, and it was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten.
Happy Birthday, Chandra Ray!