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Mark, Fiona and Lily

 

“though it was a hard birth I had with every one of them and they coming to the world “

The quotation is from  “Riders to the Sea”, Synge’s   lyrical depiction of  a careworn mother and her hopeless struggle with the sea. Our youngest child, Fiona,  gave birth to her first daughter, after a demanding labour, this week and I thought of those lines from a favourite play, a one act tragedy. All is now joy and rejoicing for us on this Father’s Day but we must not forget the pain and anxiety endured by the women that preceded our entry into this World.

Our first child, Caoimhe, was born in Zambia. The nearest hospital with trained maternity staff and a doctor was 40 miles away – 7 miles of strip tar and the remainder a sand track through the bush.  Her arrival was signalled about 2.30 am and I first had to organise a vehicle swap for a high clearance pick-up as my saloon car had previously got stuck in dry sand at the end of the rainy season. My poor wife, Liz,  sat in agony in the cab beside me throughout a tortuous journey. Our daughter was born 30 minutes after we arrived  – the nearest I have come to being a midwife. Caoimhe was the first European to have been born there in three years. Spontaneous applause in the maternity ward greeted her first little cry, one of the most joyous moments in my life.

Neill, our second born, was delivered in Stirling Royal Infirmary with clinical efficiency but somehow we felt that it lacked the warmth of the Luampa experience in Zambia. I phoned my parents to let them have the news and my father responded with predictable, Irish male wisdom, “that’s great; it doesn’t matter what all the others are now.”

I was a primary school classroom teacher in February 1980 when Fiona decided to arrive. Wednesday afternoon was sports time for the upper school and I was refereeing a soccer game when my headteacher came rushing  on to the park to inform me  to get home quickly because “things were happening”. Fiona was born a couple of hours later but I never found out the outcome of that game. What  guidance does the SFA give refs in such circumstances? Perhaps the HT intervention was a pitch invasion, causing the game to be abandoned.

I know that I was born in my grandfather’s home in Derry. The redoubtable Nurse Doherty took charge of events on the day ; a service that she was frequently called upon to perform in that community. That’s  the sum total of my knowledge of the occasion. Those things were not talked about much  in our family  .

 

Céad míle fáilte then,  to little Lily Ann on Father’s Day and a special tribute to her dad, Mark , whose support of Fiona throughout the ordeal was total and modestly understated.

On this day too, let’s salute mothers everywhere.

10 Comments
  1. Comhghairdeas, John. May the new little arrival have a life filled with joy and goodness. As the last of eight, I’m strongly in favour of large families. I was present at the birth of our four and I haven’t been the same since.

  2. I am third of eight. Was present for the birth of our three children but as the blog says Luampa was a special moment. Caoimhe was absolutely bald and, as we were leaving,
    some African ladies made an impromptu Guard of Honour and chanted ‘makua’ I discovered that this was a little white berry which grew on some of the local shrubs. There was absolutely no racist intent, I should add. These generous people treated all similarly

    • Congratulations and thank you for this wonderful account of fathers’ experiences, here and elsewhere. On reflection I, mother and ex-midwife, became a mountaineer as the nearest wonder to birth – the wonder of achieving the summit after a long, sometimes difficult, slog. A healthy new baby is an exalting view of life, love and the future, high above any pain taken to get there.

      • How pleasant to hear from you again, Alison. I trust you’re enjoying retirement and knowing you, scaling new heights and not just the occasional munro. Thanks for your comment and best wishes

  3. Congratulation to you all. We need more births or more immigration to balance the number of old against young.

  4. Steady now, Simon. The no campaign will be composing a scare story about falling birth rates.

  5. A lovely little blog for Father’s Day. Congratulations to you all on the birth of Lily Ann.

  6. Comhghairdeachas libh! Bhain mise sult as fosta.. mar 3ú dhuine as 9 ags mar mháthair seisiúr mac – cúpla san áireamh…
    Go maire Lily Ann a saol úr 🙂

  7. Tá mé buíoch duit, Valerie. Bhí ochtar i gclan s’againne agus is mise an triú aca. Leigh go foill leat agus tabhair domh do bharúil tabhachtach ar scéal faoi’n comhrá Gaeilge i nDoire agus muinitir Chraobh Spéisálta ag éisteach linn. Tá Lilly ag fás go maith

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