It was about 5:45 a.m later that morning when Dad and Granma showed up. It was obvious that
they had taken “First bus” or Morning Star as it was commonly called to the
hospital.
First Bus usually passed through the district at 5:00 a.m.,
it was called morning star because the morning star was not out when this bus
started its route for the day. The well
known sound of the bus horn was heard and not long after, Dad and Grandma
appeared in the room searching for Mom’s bed.
Although Grandma was pleasantly surprised to know that Mom
had delivered me the night before, Dad was extremely happy! Not only because I
was a baby boy, but he had made several bets that the baby Mom was carrying was
a boy, and it was now time for him to collect.
After negotiating the birth canal my head was a little
disfigured. But it was disfigured enough to cause my dad great concern. So he
blurted out,
“Mek di bway head look suh?”
“Lef him.” Mom said.
No sah, dis nuh look right, di nurse dem cyah do nutten bout
it?
“Lef him mi seh!!! It wi grow into shape!
Grandma and Dad wanted to know the details of the delivery,
and Mom wasted no time in telling them the whole story, (the lengthy version).
She talked and talked literally for the whole day, like clockwork I was fed
every 4 hours. Giving me the breast so often made mom's breasts sore. Luckily Grandma
was there to teach her, i.e. to ensure that I was lactating properly.
Suddenly Granma said “mi wah ketch the bus fi guh back up,
suh mi nah guh stay wid oonuh any longer. Mi affi go back, suh mi wi si oonuh
lata aright?!
That was literally after she had already spent the whole day,
and with that Grandma left.
It was obvious that when Grandma returned to the district
that she spread the news of my birth. News generally traveled fast through the
community, but news like this traveled even faster. Soon all of the family
members who could get a ride, or who could afford a taxi came by the hospital to
visit and offer their congratulations.
Most stayed for a while but eventually everybody left,
except Dad. He stayed as long as he could; that is until the time of last bus 9’
o clock.
At about 7:49 p.m. he said “Mi nuh wah lass bus miss mi, suh
mi ah guh leave now, yuh hear, see yuh later! Mi ah guh up ah di house fi get
it ready fi yuh an likkle Jason (Me). See yuh lata. He gave Mom a little peck
on the lips, rubbed the baby’s head, and left.
Mom sighed heavily, “Alright, see yuh lata.” She didn’t
want Dad to go, but knew he had to.
Not long after Dad left the Nurses and Doctors came by to
check that Mom and I were still doing well and that we were both stable enough
to leave. Eventually, we were told that
we would be discharged first thing the following morning. Lucky for Mom she
overheard one of the nurses saying that she was going to Hampstead that night,
so she asked the nurse to get a message to her husband that she was discharged.
The district was small and everybody knew everybody. So
although the nurse did not know Dad, it was not difficult to get the news to
him. Dad and Newby showed up the next morning to carry us home.
Sam-fye had allowed Mom and Dad to rent what he called the
half of his house. Although it was hardly half of the house, it was just right
for the budget. Our bedroom was a backroom which Sam-fye obviously built
himself and the kitchen and living room was a patio that he had converted. My
parents were just entering their twenties and they were as ignorant and
inexperienced as could be, not to mention poor. But equipped with ambition and
sheer determination they would endeavor to make a better life for me, and for
themselves.
Now that I think about it, one of the main reasons Mom and
Dad might have agreed to rent this room from Sam-fye was that it was walking
distance from everybody who they know. Principal Bobby was jus a mile and half
up the road, Newby was next door and Ms. Mattie (Dad’s mom) was 2 miles down the
gulley. In addition, all of Mom’s Aunts and Cousins, and friends were a stone’s
throw away.
Although the time had not yet come for Mom to go back to
work, arrangements were made with Aunt Madgie (Mom’s aunt) to look after me. Aunt
Madgie was no veteran caregiver but she was family and she was not going to
charge Mom to look after me. It was agreed that in order for me to get used to
her, she could visit the house regularly. Whenever Mom had to visit the school or make a trip to town to shop, Aunt Madgie would show up to take care of me
that day.
What is two weeks to spend with your newborn? Insufficient
as it was, that was all the time Dad had to spend with me before he had to
return to work. Dad was a Police Officer
and was stationed for the most part in Kingston;
however, his duties took him all over the island; long periods would elapse
before he could be allowed to return home to see me or his wife. I know this
must have been a heart-wrenching experience for him, but it was a necessary
sacrifice, one that he took on without complaint.
Mom was a teacher at Hampstead All-age; the only All-age
school in the district. She was given 12 weeks of maternity leave, but it seemed
to pain Mom’s heart more than it did Dad to leave me at home, even though she
knew that she was returning in the evening to see me again. I guess that is the
love of a mother.
In addition to Aunt Madgie, there was one person that visited
consistently long after everybody else had stopped, visiting. This was Ms.
Mattie (Dad’s Mom). As a matter of fact, from the very second day after I had
arrived home, Ms. Mattie had seemingly adopted me. She washed nappies, fed and
burped me even when Aunt Madgie and Mom were there. Mattie was there all day every day.
Sometimes she would even stay late into the night. Because
of Miss Mattie’s presence, Aunt Madgie didn’t do much. The truth be told Mattie
would not let Aunt Madgie do anything at all. After a while, Aunt Madgie felt
redundant and stopped coming to the house altogether, which was hardly
noticeable since Mattie was the one doing all the work anyway.
At nights when Mom came home, she would breastfeed me, and
this was our bonding time. Nobody else could breastfeed me except Mom, and she
was proud of this fact. Ms. Mattie would sometimes watch and even give tips to
Mom on how to do this. One night while breastfeeding Ms. Mattie said:
“Yuh know..it nuh right fi mi spen all day up here like dis,
mi can tek the baby to mi yard a day time wen yuh nuh deh yah? Mi wi carry im
back ah evening time.
Since Ms. Mattie was the one giving most of the care to me
anyway Mom decided it was O.K. for Mattie to bring me to her house. And so it
started, that every day I was at Mattie’s house.
Although Ms. Mattie lived two miles from the house she would
walk the distance two times every day. Early in the morning to come and get me
before Mom would go to work and in the evening when Mom returned. This probably
continued until I was about 5 months old, and basically not fooling around the
breast anymore.
At 4 months old I had started losing interest in the breast
and at exactly 5 months I refused it altogether. It was found out later that
this might have been due to the fact that Mattie had been secretly giving me
cow’s milk to drink. But at the time it was found out there was nothing that
Mom could have done about it. (years later – I will explain)
Although it did not show at first, it was to Mattie’s
delight that I had stopped taking the breast. She saw this as an opportunity to
not bring me back home in the evenings, which she capitalized on. (How can a woman
love children that much till this day, I don’t understand)
I spent so much time at Ms. Mattie’s house that instead of
calling where Mom lived home, it was Mattie’s house that I referred to as my
home.