thanks for having me, mom! q(^_^)p


The house my father build on Surette's Island while my mother was pregnant. It's nearing the end of its days, but it served its purpose.

My mother’s response to my birthday post and ChongGo Sunim’s comment to, “remember to thank your mom, she did all the work!” I may not have sprung from my mother’s side, but I definitely sprung!

Haha, Thank You, Chong Go, for pointing that detail out! Perhaps it would be more apt to say I incurred all the “labour,” ;~). Actually, there wasn’t much of either–Joseph was born just over an hour after my first contraction. Our journey to the hospital involved a long and winding dirt road, full of bumps and potholes but bordered by spectacular natural maritime scenery! I’m sure that passage imprinted a lasting impression on my cellular memory–and surely on Joseph’s, as well!

My doctor was away at a conference and the head nurse on Obstetrics, an old WW II vintage battle-axe that should have retired years before, didn’t appreciate the urgency when she asked me how long I had been in labour. She admonished me for panting, saying I’d best save my energy for later. (The expression on her face let me know she thought I was a total wimp–or worse!) When I could, I told her to ask me how long my first labour had been; and told her it was two hours.

At that point she went into action and bustled me down to the labour room. I had knee high leather Frye boots over my maternity jeans so my husband hauled both items off and hoisted me up to the examining table. The nurse didn’t even have time to check my dilation before Joseph shot out “like a football” as Joe, the consummate sports fan, phrased it! He and the nurse caught Joseph in mid-flight. He was as blue as a baby Lord Krishna, coughing and spitting amniotic fluid. Joe immediately asked why he was “that colour,” and the nurse replied “It’s cold in Nova Scotia and he just came from a warm bed!” Within a few seconds a pink flush overtook the blue; his umbilicus was severed and he was wrapped in a heated flannel blanket. He let out a few lusty shrieks then promptly fell asleep in my arms.

By that time, the doctor on call had arrived to attend to me. He was actually a missionary who had recently returned from the jungles of South America. The first thing he did, after ensuring I was in no distress, was to take one of my hands while laying the other on Joseph’s little form, and he recited a beautiful prayer, which concluded with a blessing for Joseph. And so it was that Joseph made his entry into the world…

The next day a friend, who had been down on Surette’s Island when Joe arrived home to share the news, came to visit me. She reported that when Joe entered our neighbours’ cabin, everyone stopped speaking and stared at him in awe. Illuminated by the soft glow of the kerosene lanterns, was a clear blue aura encircling his head.


6 responses »

  1. Wow! What a story!
    (And a quick labor, too. I used to be a firefighter/emt, and we had a call where we picked up a middle eastern lady who was in labor. The lieutenant asked her how many children she’d had, and she answered that this was her first. Whew. Okay so we have some time. Then she conferred in another language with her friend, and corrected herself, no this was her Fourth! Needless to say, we didn’t make it to the hospital!
    ps. tell Joseph to send you one of the photos I took of him, Eunbong, and Fina. They really look beautiful together.

  2. Thank you, Chong Go, for inspiring me to tell that story; and for sharing one of your own. You have lived several lives already in this one, judging by the diversity of your career and travel experiences. Time becomes seamless when one possesses a healthy mix of courage and curiosity! I will have Joseph bring me to meet you when I visit Korea again and we’ll have tea and a good chat!! I’d really enjoy that!!

    With palms together, I bow to you on this beautiful sunny morning in Nova Scotia…
    :~) Trudy

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