The birth of a "Lunar child"

I was born that lonely cold night, at 7:05pm the time when the moon is almost entering its last quarter phase. It was a cold windy night, so quiet so calm and the only sound you can hear is the sobbing of my mother in pain giving birth to me.
Outside of the room is my grandfather impatiently walking back and forth in front of the door, waiting for the time I arrived in this world.
The 'kumadrona"-midwife assiting my mother giving birth is profiously sweating inspite of the cold wind blowing through the open window. The moon shyly hiding at the back of the clouds allowing only split of lights peeping through our window curtain..
The old "kumadrona's" whole body tremble with her forehead full of wet sweat as the last blow of air went out of my mother's lungs pushing me out into this world. It might be a coincidence as the moon went out of hiding from the clouds showering its glorious and blinding light directly through the window bathing that small and fragile new born baby, welcoming me in this world.
It was a mysterious filled night when a last quarter phase moon is shining brighter than a full moon.