25/03/2026
In the 90's, I was flying for Singapore Airlines. I was 21 years old and sparkly new from training when we flew from San Francisco to Tokyo, with a layover (where the crew left for a break and stayed in Tokyo for 2 days), while another crew took over the aircraft and flew back to Singapore. There was this lovely couple on board, a Canadian gentleman and his Australian wife, who were flying to Sydney for a vacation. The lady was pregnant but safe to fly. However, as we were flying over the Pacific, the lady went into labour. It was late, and half the crew was resting in the crew rest area, taking shifts. I thought it was rotten luck that I was amongst the 3 female crew who were not on break!! Since we were the juniors, we had to take the 1st rest, which isn't the preferred slot! The thought of being pulled into delivering the baby was absolutely scary. The Purser announced that they were checking if there was a "medical doctor" on board! With our luck, we got a Psychologist, who was also young and unmarried. Our Leading Stewardess was this 40-something-year-old woman who was truly an example of grace under pressure. The cockpit crew couldn't divert as we were too far from land. We set up a birthing area in the galley and closed it off from prying eyes. The Leading was truly poetry in motion. She pulled us in, had the Galley Steward stand guard and keep anyone out of the galley area, and reminded us of our training, letting us know we totally had this.
While it was terrifying, she was a calming presence to both the crew and the passenger in labour. Her name was Esther, and that was the middle name that the mum said the baby would have. Keep in mind that this was the era before smartphones, and Esther pulled out her notes diary to refresh her memory of the process. The couple disembarked with us, and we saw them 2 days later when we operated the flight back to Singapore. The dad told us that, as a crew, we were so professional that they'd rather take a break and fly with us. So they stayed at the hospital and joined us.
The King of Cups is someone who, like Esther, can keep their head when everyone else is losing theirs. Her demeanour was unshakeable and professional, yet she was all heart. Her voice was calm as she had told us, "I know you girls haven't had children, but you have had the training, and we do want our passenger to feel comfortable. We may be fearful, but we are all that's here, and we trained for this!" She didn't just deliver the baby; we prepped formula, and she even fed the baby!! No wonder Singapore Airlines in the 90's was "A great way to fly!" When the baby came, we got the beaming dad, tired mum, and well-fed baby to the Crew rest and checked in on them.
Over the years, while flying, I have been through turbulence that has caused the aircraft to drop, and I, along with the crew, still managed to clean the galley and walk out with a smile, as if this were a daily occurrence. I've had medical emergencies, a lightning strike and a bomb threat on board. My hubby and I have even been on a plane (Indian Airlines) whilst off-duty, which was diverted because of a man holding the crew hostage. When that Indian Airlines plane finally landed, I remember being ravenous and looking for hot water to make a cup-o-noodles.
The thing is, when you have weathered enough storms, you know that you cannot stop the rain! You only need to know how to hold your ground and keep the boat afloat! But despite the long years I've flown, Esther is still my King of Cups- a master of her inner world, professional, keeping and maintaining boundaries, while offering compassion to everyone. She taught me that true power isn't about hiding your feelings; it is about being at peace with them, so nothing can throw you off balance or make you so busy that you lose your kindness. And somewhere in the world is a 29-year-old woman with the middle name Esther!!
Have a blessed day!! And may you be that calm in any storm