22nd November 1980

It had been a difficult transition, moving from one country to another; from a city’s familiar streets and longstanding friendships to the middle of nowhere in another country with a baby on the way. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. What I didn’t realise was that I’d be thirty odd miles from the nearest hospital with no means of transport. I’d already haemorrhaged after a fall in October and had to spend a couple of weeks in bed. Now, at the end of a long day, labour had started.

In the fields, foxes barked and a full moon shed a sheen of silver over stony fields and bare hedges. I was waiting for my friend’s husband to arrive in his car to drive me all the way to the Coombe Maternity Hospital in Dublin. But the car wouldn’t start. They phoned for an ambulance and my friend ran the three miles along foggy roads lit by the full moon, skidding on ice patches, followed by her faithful dog, slipping in and out of the moon shadows. She held my hand until the ambulance arrived, something for me to squeeze with each contraction. As I climbed into the ambulance, she whispered, ‘Mind the moon don’t get you.’

in the pregnant bloom
of a late autumn full moon
a new life was born

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

ellen-as-a-baby

My response to dVerse poets Pub Haibun Monday: You say it’s your birthday?

This Monday, with the largest super moon in 69 years currently shining above us, Toni has prompted us to write a haibun with a memorable birthday, a memorable full moon or both, with a classic season haiku at the end of one or two tight paragraphs.

39 thoughts on “22nd November 1980

  1. Summer of 80 for me..
    20 years of age.. spotting
    first love across a Summer pool
    all pregnant at 17..
    with
    her
    second love..
    sMiLes.. i hadn’t
    felt thaT hurt in literally
    decades thanks for bringing
    that image/feeling back..
    as Lord
    knows feels
    what would
    have happened
    if the child i wanted
    had begun then.. no matter
    how dark the moment the light
    can come in moonlit love like never before..
    pools
    of tears come long
    and so so worth it as right..
    and the funny thing is my wife
    looks so much like ‘her’ and never ages..
    mystical liGhts in MoonliGht eyes of Pacific Islands..
    and the
    Cuba
    of beFore..:)

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  2. What a journey Kim ~ Moving and being in full bloom (pregnant) are big challenges by themselves ~ And such a cute baby, smiles ~ Love the narrative and that amazing haiku ending ~

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    1. I can’t believe Ellen will be 36 next week! I was so overcome with emotion when she got married at the end of May that I kind of forgot how old she is. That’s the thing with children, you remember everything from the day they were born!

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    1. Yes, I didn’t want to write about my own birthday – I did that on the day – and as it’s my daughter’s birthday in a week’s time it seemed fitting to write about it. Thank you for reading and commenting 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Xenia. When Ellen was a baby, my ex-mother-in-law gave us a Rottweiler pup, the runt of the litter that nobody wanted. We called him Titus and he was such a beautiful dog. He used to guard Ellen in her buggy. Unfortunately, when we spilt up, my ex took Titus and he was stolen. I’ve only had one other dog since then, Jasper, a Jack Russell cross, who was supposed to be Ellen’s dog when we moved to Norfolk but ended up being mine. He unfortunately died some years ago. He was wonderful too.

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      1. Titus sounds like such a wonderful soul and so sad to read that he could not stay with you nor, as the universe would have it, with your husband. I can only hope he did get sold and ended up leading a happy life. Jasper at least had all his life with you and that would have been a very good life. They leave their paw prints on our hearts these dogs and we are blessed for sharing part of our lives with them. Thank you for sharing these stories Kim and have a blessed rest of the evening xxx

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      2. Thanks Xenia. It’s 6.30 now and I’ve been up a while. Good morning! I’m off to Poland later on today so I have to do as much reading and commenting as possible before I go. Hope the weather isn’t battering you up there in Scotland. I watched Tim and Prunella Scales’ programme on Sunday when they sailed to Iona and Jura – I want to go there!

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      3. Thank you Kim, the wind is very icy today and we are jusr back in the warm. Tim and Pru’s journey on Sunday was fabulous and they are such an inspiration!☺ Enjoy your time in Poland Kim and we wish you a blessed journey there and back 💖

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  3. Wow, Kim…thanks for sharing this exciting story. I think it could have been a scene in a movie.
    Your friend was a trooper! Thank goodness all went well…..and the photo above attests to a beautiful ending (or I’m sure to many more beginnings).

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    1. It didn’t feel like a movie at the time! I didn’t know many people, we lived in the middle of nowhere with no facilities as such and I was scared. The hospital was very basic but I felt safer there and didn’t want to go home!

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      1. Aww Kim…I’m sure it didn’t feel that way to you! A very intense situation. It must have been very frightening. Thank goodness for a happy ending. 🙂

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