My arrival to this world was indeed action-packed. Although, I was conceived by accident…my parents would always tell me, "You're the most sensational and the most welcomed accident that ever happened to us." I believed them. Why shouldn't I?
Dwelling in my mother's womb for 9 months, while every part of my anatomy prospered, I already felt the immense love coming from the outside. I would hear my father sang sweet melodies accompanied by a string instrument that resonated across the thin walls that confined me. The vibrations somehow pepped me up making me stretched my tiny legs hitting my mother's bladder.
And every time…"Awww!" my mother would complain. She wouldn't reprimand me, though. Instead, she would chuckle and make me relax by the warmth of her palm as she gently kneaded her hand across her belly. "Henry, I think your son hates concert." Just then I would feel smacks, no…they're more of giddy kisses, from my father. "He doesn't. He loves my singing. Right, baby boy?"
Sometimes, I would hear two tiny voices talking to me. "Hi, Baby Brother! We painted your room blue." She sounded old or rather trying to sound old.
"I helllp 'beby blother!" that's from the one who sounded really young.
Through my mother, Elizabeth McCord, I presumed how busy the outside world was. Her movement was always in a rush. I could sense how tense she was once in a while yet when she spoke, her confidence and brilliance were loudly perceived. That made me her biggest unborn fan.
Also, I fathomed how compassionate and romantic my father, Dr. Henry McCord, was. Every time he would speak and whisper to my mother, every part of her from the inside including me turned vivacious, although, sometimes she would end up panting. Hmmm…that was one thing I didn't understand.
It was before summer of 2001 when I started to feel uneasy inside my Mommy's tummy and that gave her extreme discomfort. I didn't want to hurt her but I already wanted to flee. I could hear her howled in pain. "I am sorry, Mommy! I promise I will make you happy!"
I guess, I was really defiant for I didn't go out where I was supposed to go out. I had to be pulled out from a small cut that the doctor made just below my mother's belly. Everybody in that bright room welcomed me with glee. They cheered out loud as I cried out loud. Kinda weird and scary to be outside, huh?! I was handed to my father who immediately pronounced his deep affection for me as he placed me on my Mommy's chest. I felt a unique and spectacular thumping of a heart; the one that conveyed immeasurable love of a mother for her son.
As my vision became clear, the ethereal beauty of the woman who's looking down on me as I hungrily drew milk from her bosom mesmerized me. Her eyes were crystal blue and they transpired deep kindness, pride and overflowing happiness. Let it be known that, that was the first time I fell in love with a woman whom I would soon call "MY MOMMY"!
"Hi, Baby. You make Mommy so happy." I automatically blinked and made a strong kick to acknowledge her.
I heard a man chuckled, "Oh, this one is sure to be a very spontaneous one!" That's my Daddy. He's undeniably handsome and I think I got the color of his hair.
"Hi there, Jason Henry McCord!"
So, yeah…that's my name and my journey to the outside world officially began.