As the story goes, my parents were married on the glorious cliffs of San Sebastian Point. They made their home in a small house on Hunter Creek away from the hustle and bustle of town life. During my mother's pregnancy, she would walk the few miles to town for her check-ups, not knowing there were two lives growing inside of her. During their initial discovery of a baby's heartbeat, my brother and I were lying on top of one another, so only one heartbeat was detected. It wasn't until she was quite far along in her pregnancy that there were discovered two babies tucked away.
After some minor complications, she was ordered to bed rest....no more miles of walking. Her doctor and friend told her to especially avoid the the action of sweeping to keep labor at bay. However, one day as she lay in bed "resting," she stared at the floor with its dust and dirt and couldn't handle it any more - - she arose and swept it and appeased her need for cleanliness. Shortly after, we demanded to be born.
We were born very early and had to be rushed many miles away along the dark stormy coast to the larger town of Coos Bay, where we stayed for weeks, growing slowly and gaining our strength. It was a time of wonder, joy, unknown, a time of fear, and a time of upheaval for my parents: an adventurous detour neither asked for. Their home, ready and waiting for these new lives to fill it with their small sounds and wide eyes, was almost 2 hours away.