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Jed stood staring out the window of the small cabin he shared with his wife Ida at the foot of the Rockies in Colorado.  He wrung his hands in despair, knowing that the blizzard outside was nearing whiteout conditions and there was no way the doctor was going to make it on time, even if he was brave enough, or maybe foolhardy enough, to attempt travel in such dangerous weather. 
 
Jed knew without a doubt that his old pickup truck with worn tires and a barely working heater was no match for roads in this condition, and to try to get Ida to the hospital in town while she was in labor would be foolhardy indeed. He couldn't risk her life or the life of their child. So, praying with all his might, Jed rolled up his sleeves, and did what he could to comfort Ida and assist her in bringing their baby into the world. 
 
By evening the snow was deep and still falling as baby Michael arrived safely his father's outstretched hands, squalling as loudly as the wind outside. Just then the muffled sound of a snowplow could be heard rumbling it's way up their narrow road, followed by a  knock at the door, and the very welcome face of  Dr. Brown. 
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This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
where the prompt choices this week are white and lies...
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22 comments:

  1. What a sweet story. It is to be 96* or more today, record setting hot temperatures. To read about cold was nice, too. It's a refreshing take on the prompt! Thanks!

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    1. Thank you Annie, I think that's exactly why this little tale came to me, a full-scale blizzard sounds so good right now, I miss them!

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    1. Indeed Abelle, far better late than never, a reassurance that everything has gone well and mom and baby are both doing fine.

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  3. Lovely story! I could see it all so clearly in my mind...worried Jed, wringing his hands, taking a deep breath and diving in to do what he had to do. Really nice.

    And I agree with McGuffy Ann about the cold! Still hot here in South Carolina! ;-)

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    1. Thank you kindly, Joell. It's a very simply story, but a scene that has played may times over the years in snow country. I am very eager for cooler weather this year, and it is undoubtedly affecting my storylines! :-)

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  4. I love a story with a good ending and this one was. Excellent as usual.

    Have a fantastic day. Big hugs. ☺

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    1. Thank you Sandee, I'm glad it worked out this way too, a happy ending and a new life beginning!

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  5. Uh-oh, a little too late, but that was nice of him to come. Great story! I really liked the descriptions of the snow. : )

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    1. Thank you Joseph! Yes, by the time the doctor got there the baby had already made his way into the world, but the doc's determination to get there showed what kind of man he is, and that he cares deeply for the lives entrusted to his care. I love blizzards, they are so intense and almost surreal at times, I remember days like this well from the first twenty-some years of my life!

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  6. I wonder how many times that kind of scene has played out in reality! :-) x

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    1. Many times I am sure Jess, more often in earlier times when doctors often did make house calls in rural areas, but still now under situations like this. I'd like to think there are still doctors who would go the extra mile - in a blizzard - to bring a new life into the world!

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  7. This one caused me a bit of anxiety. I had a medical emergency in such conditions and the plow had to come through in front of an ambulance to get me out of our house. I never want to go through that again! Well written if it brings this out in me!

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    1. Now that is scary, Zoe, and I can understand why it leaves you anxious. We live a bit distant from emergency services here, and there is always concern about help arriving on time, even in good weather. We don't feel any more secure about safety, such as help from the sheriff's department, their responses aren't always a sure thing either. That's where we place our trust in God, because that's all we can do. I am so glad you were rescued in time!!!

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  8. I was at home when our second baby arrived and as arranged the district nurse arrived when I called her to help with the delivery. She should have been having a two day break but knew that a trust had been established between the two of them so insisted in attending. Perhaps many do not agree but I think fathers should witness (and help) with such an event. My mind has been open much wider since then. I enjoyed this tale very much.

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    1. I so agree with you Robin, while I don't agree with children present during the birth of siblings, I absolutely think that father's should be there to witness this miracle and the struggle that it involves too. I think fathers from years gone past that were relegated to "waiting rooms" missed out on welcoming their children into the bright lights of the big world. This is a time I would want to have my husband beside me. Alas, my children were both born C-Section and the dads weren't allowed in the surgical delivery room in those days.

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  9. . . . and Dr. Brown still charged him for the full delivery.

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    1. You are probably right about that Lotta Joy. LOL

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  10. Hi Josie ~~ I had trouble getting to this part from Mr. Linky's link, your blog kept hanging up midway down through the comments. So I came in through the generic all blogs and clicked on the comment link. It did well.

    That is a nice story, is it true? My dad rode his horse in a blizzard like that when the cars couldn't get out. He rode over ten miles into town to get medicine for mom from the doctor and druggest. This was not Colorado but neighboring Nebraska.
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  11. I'm so pleased there was a happy ending - I feared there might not be.

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