…and now it is also the land of my dear Swiss friends, who are taking a three month road trip in their Shasta RV, starting in Boston, ending in California and then, so sadly, of to Switzerland never to return. =(
I had a wonderful three years living in community with Joel, Daniela and their four kids, and I’m a little shaky on my feet at having to do it without them. I love them all, but I feel a special bond with the youngest, T, whose accidental bathtub birth I missed by ten minutes. It happened like this. Another housemate, B, posted on facebook that Daniela was having the baby that night, and I called her, but she said she was just in early labor and that it could be days. Still, I had a feeling that I should be there, and was planning on heading over after I finished a couple of emails. Twenty minutes later,another housemate, M, called me to say the baby had just been born while Daniela was taking a bath. Apparently she had something like three contractions, and Joel couldn’t finish dialing the number of the midwife before T was out. M, a doctor but by no means an obstetrician, “caught” T, the oldest son cut the umbilical cord (which they clipped with a bag-clip from the kitchen) and B, who is studying to be an Anglican priest, said a blessing over her. Voila, instant baby, no need to hire outside help. Definitely one of the high points of living in community.
For those of you who know the Roth-Naters, they are keeping a blog of their journey. http://roth-nater.blogspot.com/