On June 4, 1998 at 6:49 PM Rebbecca gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Caitlin Greer Scotti Eirene’ was born 7 pounds 9 ounces. Here is my journal of her entrance into this world.
Finally, after nine months Rebbecca went into to labour. We called the midwife center and informed them we would be coming in soon. Bored with timing contractions we went for a long ride in our 1979 Ford Ranger pick up truck; this rough ride caused Rebecca’s water to break. Finally this eyesore of a work truck had earned its keep. Rebbeca was already packed, I put a few pair of underwear, socks, and t-shirts in a Giant Eagle blue bag. Into the urban zoo hospital we entered. Finally we arrived at the idyllic setting of the midwife center. Joseph and Mary never had it so good.
We had chosen the contempary room at the midwife center, complete with an adult size swimming pool-bath tub. As Rebecca employed every method of encouraging birth, I dove into a 1,000 page biography about Che, a revolutionary from the 1960’s. As Rebecca paced the halls and listened to the comforting words of the midwives, Che was landing in Cuba with Fidel, accompanied by a handful of rag-tag revolutionaries, overthrowing the Batista regime. As we breathed thru contractions, the U.S.-backed regime fell. As many attempts were made to bring this pregnancy to term, Dr. Guevara was making his historic motorcycle ride thru the mountains of Bolivia.
But atlas the best efforts seem to only prolong the birth pangs. We held on to each other, for sleep that would never come as Che fought with Fidel and his brother Raoul… the “revolution” was reflecting the very state-ism, reflecting the very system that they had fought so hard to dismantle…
As the doctor dug his heel in and pulled her out with forceps, our first and new daughter made her appearance. The doctor commented on how alert she was, hence her middle name ‘”Greer,” which is Celtic for alert.
Vincent Scotti Eirene’
(Caitlin Eirene’ — far right)
(Caitlin Speaks Out!)
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